Ps I love you- the hard way.
posted by fatmammycat at 5:57 p.m.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
About Me
- Name: fatmammycat
- Location: Ireland
I'm a bouncy, opinionated, messy haired marathon running (!) bibliophile. I wear high heels and have delightful ankles. I'm a devoted drinker. I want a French Bulldog puppy whom I shall call Batman and dress in capes on occasion. I would also like a pug, whom I shall name Mister Woo. He can remain capeless, but I will make sure he wears a diamante collar at all times. Both dogs will submit to repeated snorgling and high pitched squeals that only a dolphin would normally tolerate. I hate Reiki/psychics/mystics/frauds with all my liver. Also, I'm firmly against Jazz and poetry/poems/pomes/ peoms or any of that stuff. I believe in the healing power of ginger.
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22 Comments:
How do I put this?
Bleeuurrrghhhh.
What a trainwreck.
T'ta t'tee, shure what are ya sayin' shure tis exactly de way us oirish are all de toime.
Holy Jasus!! I am frightened for the people who will think that this is great, there will be a lot of them, mostly people who thoroughly enjoyed the book, the poor bastards!
Oh Bab, don't you just know there will be tears and all sorts.
Yeesh.
Loife is changin' Luv.
Begorrah.
Am I the only one who finds a dead boyfriend sending letters from the grave telling her what to do again and again not only creepy, but also reeking of male privilege? It's like, dude, you're dead. Leave her alone.
Oh it's too terrible for words. Dead or alive that accent is killing me.
Andraste, begob, and how's she cuttin'? Be the hokey, I hope yer not feelin' to bad now tonight?
JAY-sis, Cat, sure 'n my liver is sufferin' but oi'll sorvoive.
FMC, I don't think that's the trailer, I reckon that must be the whole film. Still seems a bit long and drawn out though.
'Clare t'god bender, shureI cain't understan' divila word yer sayin'.
What a steaming pile of absolutely unwatchable, pointless shite'n'innards that was. I barely made it through the trailer. How in the hell did they get Kathy Bates into it?
Mu-llah, sweetie. Lots and lots of Mullah.
Sheeet I'd be in it if they offered me mullah. I'd even do a high pitched fake American accent. I could be form Yonkers or Alabama or somewhere, believe me, if I was doing a 'mercian accent I'd be from all over the states.
Haha!! Bethehokey!! Brilliant! I hadtotally forgotton about that word. FMC I am scared that there will be shortage of tissues in the country when all the wans go to see it because it just like totally pulled at their like, heartstings and stuff, stock up now, I'm telling ya! Bejaney!
jesus christ that made me cry... my retinas feel burned and forever scarred just by watching it.
and there's a book, too?
goddamn this country, i'm leaving for another!
Suck it up ladies, it's gonna be EVERYWHERE!
I"m turning in, night.
I'm sorry. From now on I will trust my better judgement and not be curious and want to see things I know I shouldn't.
I hope to god that it doesn't get too big here and so I won't be exposed to all that horribleness.
I'm not looking, dum de dum ti dum... I'm not looking, dum de dum ti dum... I'm not looking, dum de dum ti dum... I'm not looking, dum de dum ti dum... I'm not looking, dum de dum ti dum... I'm not looking, dum de dum ti dum... I'm not looking, dum de dum ti dum... I'm not looking, dum de dum ti dum... I'm not looking, dum de dum ti dum...
But you must! There are oirish accents in it!
Ah shure now arent you the great wan for the auld jokes altogether and isnt the day long enough betimes without me adding to the length of it resting my whisht lookin at the likes of them entermatainments and fillums and the like and wasn't I only after saying th'other day there aren't enough hours in the day for óchóning and wringing me hands and despairing at the state of the worrald and it gone mad altogether for the want of religion and dacent prieshts to put you in fear of your own mortal end but shure there's no use complaining and annyway wasn't there a perfectly good shtory about an aul widow woman and her dead husband played by Eamon Devalera, I mean Alan Rickshaw, who was in that durty fillum about the Big Fella with that gurl Julia whatshername was it Stevenson no that was the wan in the other fillum whose husband was dead.... annyway, where was I?
Truly Madly Deeply! Love that film, love it to bestsy.
God damn it, I've to go to the gym now and have no time to go through my film collection.
Every single actor involved in that abomination is being extraordinarily renditioned...except for Butler.....we have something quite horrific arranged for him.
P.S.I love you II
Huzzah for people with actual weapons!
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