Sweatpants and Sex in the City

I am sitting on the couch, trying to think of something I care enough about to write a blog about.  Since nothing is coming to me, I am going to tell you what I'm doing right now.  I am watching Sex in the City the movie, in sweatpants. Now, the first time I saw this movie was right after a particularly depressing breakup and anyone who has seen the movie knows it gets pretty depressing i.e. breakups and cheating.  Both of which were particularly sensitive topics at the time.  I cried my eyes out in the theater and it was awful.  But, the movie was genuinely good and had a happy ending (despite my dreams of all the men on screen to die and fiery, painful death).  So about a year ago, after 2 years of healing I decided to face this movie once again.  And I emerged triumphant!  It's now just an entertaining chick flick, not a depressing reminder of past sucky boyfriends.