So, as you can surmise from the title, your boy just finished watching A Star is Born. And yes, I hate it. Not that it was a bad movie, it’s incredible. Give Lady Gaga all of the Oscars. I hate it because it made me realize how soft I’m getting with age. 20 year old me would not have even a drop of water in his eyes while watching this movie. I’m sitting here with tears on my face. LITERAL TEARS. Bradley Cooper’s character finishes up a successful stint at rehab, everything is going well, then he decides to hang himself as Gaga is performing the duet that they used to sing together? I’m a mess, Bradley, and I don’t appreciate it. I’m at a point in life where anything even remotely emotional can make me cry. You wanna throw on some Taylor Swift – Back to December? You bet your ass this guy’s gonna be sobbing by the second verse. Show me that Instagram post of Drake with the sick little girl, I won’t recover for days. I guess I just have to come to the terms with the fact I’m almost 30 and no longer a stone cold, emotionless piece of shit :(.
(your turn to cry)