I spent the rest of the day and night watching girly classics to erase the Spartan brute out of my system. Bridget Jones will always have my heart...There's just something about her fuck ups (Sorry E...There's just no other word like that one) that make my heart melt.
Blue soup, open diaries and the bad-man bounce back...sigh. Well, it's enough to make me stop stroking my bruised and shattered elbow for an hour or so and appreciate my weird girlishness. Heck, I deserve some self love...I did just become a Spartan woman after all!
"No, I like you very much. Just as you are."