So, a couple of weeks ago I was alone on a Saturday night and I knew what I wanted to do.
Besides the fact that Boyfriend flat out refused to watch it, I knew it would be a tear jerker and I prefer to cry over musicals alone. Anyway, I watched it.
You guys, I cried so much. I texted Boyfriend, too. He wasn't super sympathetic to my plight.
Me: I rented Les Mis
Extra hard sniffle
I need more tissues.
Boyfriend: They should all die
Me: They all did. I accidentally cried.
Me: I was doing okay til Wolverine died. WOLVERINE.
Boyfriend: Wolverine can't die
Me: I wonder how many more times I can watch it til the rental is up
Boyfriend: You are sick
Me: Wolverine died and catwoman took him to heaven
Boyfriend: Please never talk to me again
Me: DON'T BE MEAN I JUST FINISHED CRYING
And I had awesome conversations like this on twitter:
|Seriously how was her waist that tiny!?|
Anyhoo, because I liked it so much, I watched it a bunch more times. And I cried every single time.
Does that stop me from watching it way too often? Nope.
This movie man. It’s just too damn sad.
|Spoiler alert: he dies.|