These Are My Confessions
I know how this is going to sound--it's going to sound CRAZY or like I've been hacked or I've come down with a brain injury after the unfortunate (and unfortunately not hypothetical) moment that I hit my head on my desk when I bent down to turn my heater on (can I distract you from my clumsiness by offering a classic "Workplaces be cold, am I right?") but...it's true.
I am kind of loving Franco proposing to Carly and devoting himself to playing cruel mind games.
I KNOW. I am a DISGUSTING shell of my former self. And please don't get me wrong--Franco as a character is probably the worst thing to happen to this show in the past few years, which is both saying something MAJOR and probably also an understatement. I hate that he's on the show, I hate that the show did the most half-assed and silly redemption story possible to shoehorn Roger Howarth back into the show, and I hate the wacky shenanigan soundtrack he gets whenever he's onscreen because how cute is the reformed serial killer, right guys? IT WAS A TUMOR, STOP BEING SO MEAN. Et cetera, et cetera.
But this...is kind of fun? Roger Howarth seems to enjoy playing this, which is in stark contrast to his performances for the past few months. And Laura Wright makes some classic terrorized faces. And seeing Sonny and Carly possibly get their comeuppance for everything AJ and sleaze related would be a-ma-zing if it actually happened (I am not holding my breath) and while I wish with all of my might that it wasn't FRANCO who is going to reveal the AJ secret because he is the worst and I hate siding with him on anything, at least it's fun to watch? Or it was fun to watch for the hour that I watched it while I worked from home (getting paid to make cupcakes is kind of not the worst thing to ever happen). Am I alone? I feel alone and scared. Maybe I DO have brain injury after all. Or the show just broke me and I am officially crazy?
(If I'm not crazy yet, by the way, Robin's going to push me there. Every dialogue of hers today was Jason worship--awed, confident Jason worship. It reminded me of the praying to The Good Lord Morgan during the Metro Court hostage situation and it hasn't gotten any less irritating in the following seven years (!). I don't know that I have the inner strength for his return)