The Pitch is Back!

Opening weekend of a movie directed/co-written by and starring a plethora of bomb-ass lady talent — complete with singing, sparkly outfits, and Anna Kendrick.

Shut up and take my money. 

(We’ll just ignore how much it hurts my brain that they didn’t go with a comma in the tagline. That will not at all haunt my dreams later.)  

Bitch Perfect

OK, logically — sciencely — I know menstruating has probably never killed anyone. 

But today it took two kinds of painkillers, three cups of coffee, the Pitch Perfect soundtrack, and a tablespoon of peanut butter eaten directly from the spoon to reassure me I won’t be Patient Zero. 

Eat a dick, Nature. 

Mental breakthroughs via Anna Kendrick.

Holy shit, you guys. I heard that “Cups” song on my way into work, and I could finally leave it on and sing along, instead of changing the station and feeling sad because I associate it with a boy who, alas, did NOT miss me when I was gone.


Thanks, Brain!

And thank YOU, Anna Kendrick. Nothing personal, you are glorious. I want to be deadpan bestie bunnies with you.  

You don’t miss me by my hair, you don’t miss me anywhere…

Interesting fact about the whole “You’re Gonna Miss Me When I’m Gone” phenomenon: They probably don’t miss you when you’re gone.

I guess maybe they do if you’re Anna Kendrick.