silly bridget!

the local telly showed bridget jones's diary again. i hadn't seen the first one in yrs and it cracked me up. that shit is just WAY too straight out of my fucken life.

not just the way bridget fucks everything up, the way she's desperate abt being single (mind you, i honestly don't day dream abt wedding bells! *shudders*) or the way her age crisis seems only too familiar. but the men.

bridget's men cracked me up the most. i can honestly say that i have dated both of them recently. exact fucken copies. so exact in fact, that if i'd start listing all the similarities, i'd be giving away way too much info abt these wonderful fuckwits of mine. scary shit.

ok. i've gone from sex and the city to bridget jones's diary. what next? supersize me? texas chainsaw massacre? deep throat?