Like much of America, I woke up this Tuesday morning planning big things. Maybe shower. Maybe clean the bathroom. Maybe watch the first few minutes of a yoga video while eating granola and then be like "nah, I'm gonna watch Better Things on FX instead." But then we all FOUND OUT.
And I don't even know what to think. I want to say "well, love is clearly dead" but maybe love actually died when Brad left the first wife he had made vows to for another woman? But, like, whatever, shit happens, and we had all moved on as a country and ACCEPTED Brad and Angie as the duo that was actually built to last. And now they're coming at us with this shit?!? Unacceptable. I mean, I even considered watching that weird seaside french movie they made together once! But then I didn't. The point is, I do actually feel kind of sad about it. They got so many children, yo! Also, how much weed does Brad Pitt smoke? Is he just vaping left and right in a fedora on his minimalist couch all day OR WHAT? And what happens to their line of wines, now? And their villa in France? And do they not remember when all the kids drew all over her wedding dress? I have so many questions.
In all seriousness, my parents are divorced and I turned out totally fine (ha! HA!), so Shiloh, Knox, Z,, the rest of you whose names I can't remember—guys, my blog door is open if you need to chat.
Uh. RIP BRANGELINA.
(For real though, are you watching Better Things? That and Atlanta = my new fav shows.)
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