Okay *takes deep, intense breath*
Guys. I don’t really know how to tell you this. I know that this confession could potentially change the course of history. You will all be so mind blown that I’m straight up warning you that you will probably never feel the same about me again. I…I need to tell you guys something. I’m not proud of this but…it needs to be said.
Okay. Okay. I can do this. *holds your hand*
My name is Jane (I’m not even going to laugh at the fact that my name autocorrected to the word “hand”).
My name is Jane and….
I have never seen an episode of Game of Thrones.
THERE, I SAID IT. I’m sorry, okay? It’s just that I like to let series end and then watch them the whole way through. I’ve done it with The Sopranos, The Wire and lots of other shows. Just…don’t judge me. We can still be friends, right? Anyway, I’m pretty sure GoT is basically this:
Why don’t you confess something to me and I’ll feel better? Like, Barry Gibb wasn’t your favourite Beegee or something? (If that’s true, there’s something wrong with you. He is majestic. MAJESTIC.)