Last night’s episode was the most fun I’ve had in ages. Fave moment: when Felicity Huffman threw the drink in Doug Savant’s face. I’ve always wanted to do that. The closest I came was spitting in my crush’s face when I was eighteen (Not my best flirtatious move. I blame it on too many white russians). Enjoyed the heightened romantic tension between That Woman and Jackson (Beloved GH—who wore another cool shirt, though a hefty bag would fall nicely on him too). Am still freaked by his niceness but happy he got to kiss Dana Delaney. That would be such a coup if I were an actor.
I am growing to cherish Eva Longoria-P. Maybe because she’s fatter? She does that part so well and I love it when she slaps her gyno twice. Hmmm. I’m noticing a trend here. I have a shelf full of unused wine glasses and an unblemished white wall…Now I just need someone to piss me off.
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