Obsessed. I admit it.
First of all, before you read this, I'd like to apologize for this posting. I realize it's been weeks now and I should really be totally over this. I realize that what you're about to read is totally petty and more than a little embarrassing. Drew: stop reading.
One more quick apology. I'm really really sorry. I've tried to avoid talking about this, but I can't help myself. It's on my mind constantly and so I feel I should write about it. Even though I'm super busy with school and lots of personal stuff, nothing can totally eclipse this in my mind.
Drew giggled for a while when I'd say, out of nowhere, "Why can't they work it out?"
"Why can't who work what out?"
"Brad and Jen."
Now, after weeks of hearing me moan, I'm pretty sure he's at the end of his rope. Jana was with me for a while; now she's moved on. She's decided that the marriage hadn't been working for a while.
I, on the other hand, am not so sure. I don't want to hear any of the "evidence" about how the marriage was doomed, because by now the publicists have had far too much time to spin rumors and generate good backstory.
I still think there's one big reason for what happened: infidelity. You'll never convince me that it's any more complicated than that. He fucked up and she had no choice but to dump him. I'll never accept any other version of this story, unless it comes directly from the Aniston herself. (In my fantasy, we're sitting in a dark lounge somewhere and she sets her frozen strawberry daiquiri on the table, motions for me to lean in, puts her hand on my hand and says, "Honestly, it wasn't his fault." But that ain't never gonna happen. Because it is his fault. And I'm absolutely positive that when I lean in while she squeezes my hand, what she'll actually say will be more along the lines of "It's kind of small. And crooked.").
And okay, yeah, I realize their relationship wasn't some perfect fantasy. Every couple has problems and I'm sure theirs were as mundane as anyone else's. And I'm definitely of the American Beauty school of thought when it comes to tabloid stories: no one really knows what goes on in anyone else's personal life (the world is complicated; cue the plastic sack and the wind machines).
But whatever. Blah blah blah. I'm holding onto this: nothing, and I mean nothing, brings all the problems in your marriage into high relief like having your husband put his dick in someone else.
FuckBradFuckAngelinaVivreleJen.
Again. So sorry about this. I couldn't help myself.
One more quick apology. I'm really really sorry. I've tried to avoid talking about this, but I can't help myself. It's on my mind constantly and so I feel I should write about it. Even though I'm super busy with school and lots of personal stuff, nothing can totally eclipse this in my mind.
Drew giggled for a while when I'd say, out of nowhere, "Why can't they work it out?"
"Why can't who work what out?"
"Brad and Jen."
Now, after weeks of hearing me moan, I'm pretty sure he's at the end of his rope. Jana was with me for a while; now she's moved on. She's decided that the marriage hadn't been working for a while.
I, on the other hand, am not so sure. I don't want to hear any of the "evidence" about how the marriage was doomed, because by now the publicists have had far too much time to spin rumors and generate good backstory.
I still think there's one big reason for what happened: infidelity. You'll never convince me that it's any more complicated than that. He fucked up and she had no choice but to dump him. I'll never accept any other version of this story, unless it comes directly from the Aniston herself. (In my fantasy, we're sitting in a dark lounge somewhere and she sets her frozen strawberry daiquiri on the table, motions for me to lean in, puts her hand on my hand and says, "Honestly, it wasn't his fault." But that ain't never gonna happen. Because it is his fault. And I'm absolutely positive that when I lean in while she squeezes my hand, what she'll actually say will be more along the lines of "It's kind of small. And crooked.").
And okay, yeah, I realize their relationship wasn't some perfect fantasy. Every couple has problems and I'm sure theirs were as mundane as anyone else's. And I'm definitely of the American Beauty school of thought when it comes to tabloid stories: no one really knows what goes on in anyone else's personal life (the world is complicated; cue the plastic sack and the wind machines).
But whatever. Blah blah blah. I'm holding onto this: nothing, and I mean nothing, brings all the problems in your marriage into high relief like having your husband put his dick in someone else.
FuckBradFuckAngelinaVivreleJen.
Again. So sorry about this. I couldn't help myself.
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2 Comments:
ewwwwwwwwwwww move on. this obsession is stunting your growth.
Oh. Am I supposed to be growing?
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