'Tis I, Gaby. 1 score and 2 years in age. I spend half the time raving about things I love and the other half apologizing for talking too much.
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Me: Are you OK?
Roommate: *Holds Up a Copy of TFIOS, about 2/3rds of the way finished*
Me: Oof. When did you start reading it?
Roommate: *starts tearing up* TODAY.
I am SO glad I had already accepted Tamika Flynn as my personal lord and savior.
The central plot of the show doesn’t seem like it would ever approach N2N, but I’m still a little optimistic. N2N was worked a lot before going to the Booth so maybe they’ll do a lot of writing and snipping and make it something great.
That cast tho
INDEED, THAT CAST.
But seriously, Kitt, Yorkey, and Greif need to lock themselves in a room from now until like February with the script, an oversized pair of scissors, and welding material or something.
I have ingested so much motrin over the past three days that the phrase “blood is thicker than water” very likely no longer applies to me.
Has anyone else noticed that Derek Klena has made his career in roles where he is the gorgeous guy romancing the weird, awkward girl?