I'm sitting here alone watching 27 Dresses, drinking rum, tonic, and grenadine (I don't know, it was what I had) trying not to cry while thinking "this is so like my life!" Even though I have no sister or fancy job. And I sure as shit don't look like Katherine Heigel. And have no James Marsden in my future. Or job. Or apartment.

*cries* SOMEONE TELL ME I'M PRETTY.

(This is what I found when I googled "tell me I'm pretty")