I am Bridget Jones.
The first time I saw Bridget Jones’s Diary I was in university and living with five other girls (known as the 697 girls – our address). We were in the living room and I was in my prettiest sweatpants (eddie bauer – mc hammer crotch like pants), with my favourite bean dip in front of me when I had a realization, I am Bridget Jones.
Here is my reasoning:
- Love to date Hugh Grant types
- Didn’t always dress for my figure
- Can look sloppy
- Embarrassing things happening on a daily basis
- Kinda funny
- Have amazing friends
- Know trivial facts
- And…completely ridiculous.
What’s that all about? The good thing is that her movies end happily. (Fingers Crossed!)