Carrie Bradshaw, forty-two, passed away last night as she was heavily sedated with love by her drunki-drunk-drunk husband, the cynical bastard John Preston aka. Big. This video will serve as, by default, her eulogy; Carries last words? Love only that one person who can love you for the you you love and nothing more.
(okay peeps its reaaaaality time. i had just finished reading Candace Bushnells Sex and the City, the REAL AND TRUE version, not the one youve seen or have you yet to see in serialized versions. the end isnt reall yas flowery nor as love-drunk as the one shown in the movieno, it aint. in the end, and I quote Candace Bushnell herself, self-loather and forever pessimist, the walking cynical entrail of New York City: Big is happily married. Carrie is happily single. so in a span of four years plus how many more months to add to that, Carrie Bradshaw never really was in love with Mr. Big, Carrie Bradshaw never really was that fairy-tale princess who believed in love, and Carrie Bradshaw, THE REAL version, was a troubled writer who couldnt afford to pay her own rent, nor purchase them Manolos.)
i'm so into you by tamia
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