Seeing American Wedding today actually got to me. (No, it's not a quality flick. Was it better than Le Divorce? Hells yeah.) I've reached the stage in my life where a lot of my friends are married off or entering that process. I'm happy enough being single, and I've never been one of those girls who dreamed of her wedding day all her life, blah, blah, blah. I've never actually wanted to get married -- if someone I was in love with presented a compelling argument, I'd think about it, but for the most part, no thanks, I'm all set.
But that doesn't mean that a movie like American Wedding can go and appropriate my song. Michelle and Jim danced their first dance to Van Morrison's "Into the Mystic." Now if I do ever end up getting married, I'm totally screwed. I've got no song. I haven't even considered a backup, seeing as I don't spend much time contemplating these things. Another nail in the marriage coffin. (That's right -- you'll never get to see me in a poufy white dress. Count your f-ing blessings.)
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