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I want closure! And I got none, with Davina soft pedalling the GraceHate and the smug Sloane chuckling at her golden moments in the house. Kill kill kill. I felt that way before WaterGate but, by St Pete, I felt a venomous urge to sharpen my faceknife when she threw the water over Susie. I so wish Aisleyne had smacked her one and given her a huge shiner, just in time for walking out that door. Horrible woman. I'm only 20, me, heehee.
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