Reminds Me Of The Toxic Waste Dump

everytime i see the horrid trailer for "the devil wears prada" (die anna wintour, die!), it makes me sick. really. i'm not just saying that. it reminds me of the heinously horrible beeyoch i worked for at the toxic waste dump. and i read the book--it's one of those that make you uncomfortable the longer you go into the story because you can see the handwriting on the wall.

while the ending is predictable, it doesn't make up for the torture you have to wade through until the end. it's like surviving a prison term because all you want is for it to be over.

so, it's safe to say, with no hesitation or doubt, that i will never see the flick. happy suffering to you suckas that cough up the cash to watch poor anne hathaway suffer for a couple of hours.