when i watch a season finale,
i want to feel like i’m about to have sex.
i want to feel like i’m about to have sex with a wolf i’m extremely attracted too.
you know the feelings.
thinking about the big throw down.
“oooh i can’t wait for tonight!”
well tonight felt like i was dating that wolf,
we finally got in the bed,
…he morphed into madea in a two piece lingerie.
….which then leads me to wake up because i was clearly having a nightmare.
that is all i could think while watching #hahnfinale:
OUT OF CONTROL
what the hell was going on?
that irrelevant scene with celine and jim
that irrelevant scene with candace and hannah
jeffrey being the ultimate bitch tonight
“its quincy bitch” in the living room
quincy punching jim on one side and lumps on lumps on the other
that disgusting stage makeup that looked like bbq sauce
that dehydrated snow bunny that needed to drink niagra falls
the whole rhythm nation background dancers grabbing up jim outside
the fact he was in bed with no ice packs on his lumps
amanda’s overkill on this crazy storyline
if i heard “eenie meenie miney moe” one mo’ gin…
that shit was nauseating.
it seriously did not make me want to tune back in january.
it was extremely underwhelming.
the season wasn’t all that great either.
it also made me realize just how bad a writer tyler perry is.
i can’t really complaining about the actors.
they get terrible scripts.
well i already knew this since i complained a lot,
but tonight sealed the deal for me.
am i the only one feeling like this?
lowkey: this new show,
“if loving you is wrong”,
looks like a knock off desperate housewives.