P.S. I Love You P.P.S But not when you're pretending to be a dude!

So evidently someone has hacked my netflix account and has added a bunch of girly movies to my queue. I bet it's the same person who hacked my iTunes account and downloaded all of that Belinda Carlisle.

So I found myself forced to watch P.S. I Love You, mostly just to test out my new tv and HD upconverting home theatre.

Then yesterday I was chain saw shopping at Home Depot when someone must have hit me with chloroform. I blacked out and when I came to, rather than having a chainsaw somehow I wound up with my own copy of P.S. I Love You. This madness has got to stop.

So while I was watching it again, I happened to think to myself that Hilary Swank is pretty hot. I check out imdb to see what other movies she was in. I was expecting to see more pictures of her looking like this:

Little did I know that the Swanksta had a less flattering role in the movie Boys Don't Cry:



I'm really not feeling Hilary anymore. For a while I was seeing someone who had a picture of herself and a friend on her refrigerator. The picture was from some sort of costume party where they went as Sonny and Cher--she was Sonny. It's really difficult to be attracted to someone when in the back of your mind you're seeing them dressed up as a man; let alone Sonny Bono. The only thing I can think of that may be worse would be dressed up as Billy Crystal or maybe Larry the Cable Guy... blech!