I would consider myself a girly-girl. I like pink. I like polka dots. I like musicals. I always wear nail polish.
I am not a fan of chick flicks. Especially the really corny ones.
Letters to Juliet: This could have been super cute. At the end (if you're surprised by this spoiler, please get a girlfriend or friends), this attractive bad actor is climbing up the balcony to this lovely actress. He falls, she runs to him and asks if he can move. And what does he rely? "Only my lips."
Please, just put me out of my misery.
Song of the Blog: Love Story by Taylor Swift (authors note: I do love a good T-Swift song)