The truth is, this post was delayed because I actually had something to do in the real world there for a while.
But I’d be equally happy to say that it was because I just don’t care about Riverdale, anymore.
Because I just don’t care about Riverdale, anymore.
The only thing scary about the Scream Queens finale is that we have to sit through two fucking hours of it.
It’s tough enough trudging through one episode a week.
This is just mean.
Skitty’s back, bitches.
But she really shouldn’t have been.
How did I live without you, American Horror Story?
I will probably immediately pass it over once I get my doses of Once Upon a Time and PLL when they return this week, but believe me, at this very moment, American Horror Story is my favourite show on right now.
Because it doesn’t give a fuck. Just like me.
Am I an Internet badass yet? With lines like that? Come on, I’m trying.
It’s flashback-palooza this week.
And, thankfully, flashforward. We finally get an update on the present day sitch at Briarcliff.
Also, homicidal little girl. Because that was one cliché American Horror Story was yet to cover. Obv.