It’s been itching inside of me for some time now but I have said, “Self – you shut up. Shut up, self. Nobody wants to read about your love for asinine television shows revolving around the lives of fake teenage girls wearing designer clothing searching for the killer of their friend that they loved but also really hated. Nobody cares, self. Nobody.”
But…must…type…name…of…show…Pretty Little Liars! Aaah.
Mmm. The name just looks good on the screen.
As you’ve guessed, it’s my new favorite show. It all began when my boyfriend, a notorious Gossip Girl fan, informed me of the the show’s return and (with squealing excitement) told me to watch it. I assure you, I laughed at him. Laughed and laughed. But, he had his way and I tentatively and mockingly consumed Season 1, Episode 1. Then Episode 2 and well, the rest was and is history.
It got under my skin. I kept thinking and thinking about it. At first I was hesitant to admit my sudden devotion, but I found myself asking for more and then more and then, well, here I am on a retched, Non-Pretty-Little-Liars day (how I refer to every night that the show doesn’t air), craving the next piece of the story.
What will Emily do about her newly estranged lesbian lover away at some type of juvenile detention center? What will Spencer uncover living with Ian? When will Hanna eat her next pint of ice cream?! What’s Aria going to do about
Mr. Fitz Ezra?! Ugh. These are earth-shattering questions, I’m telling you. But most of all – who is this murky, lurky new guy that was written into the series and what role will he play in finding out who ‘A’ is?
It’s almost too much. And to spare you the trouble of reading any more of this nonsense (also, I just drooled all over myself, so need to step away), I’ll leave you with the opening credit sequence, which contains the single catchiest and most wonderful song ever. And yes, my girls’ hair always looks that great.