I hate Carrie Bradshaw.

Mood: pretty much devastated.
Music: Our Lady Peace - One Man Army

Damn you, Carrie Bradshaw. No longer can I live vicariously through you in bliss, unless that is, I wanted to live vicariously as a filthy cheating whore who, on top of being a filthy cheating whore, is now fresh out of dreamy boyfriends.
...I have become quite taken with taking in reruns of Sex and the City every Tuesday and Wednesday on TBS. On Tuesdays and Wednesdays, I have become quite taken with fictional character Aidan Shaw who is, in a nutshell, the man of my dreams. (Tall, ridiculously handsome, makes pretty things, has a dog- and morals... ie, is practically perfect in every way.)
And she'd been cheating on him!!!! With her nasty (not to mention married) ex boyfriend who looks like a wildabeast that decided to get up and walk on two feet! And she confessed to Aidan! And now! He's GONE!!! (...Until season four!) And so, I weep.

I hate you Carrie Bradshaw.

You slut.