Because I Tend To Get Obsessive

OH. MY. GOD. I just finished watching the season finale of Pretty Little Liars and I have to say, I'm obsessed. The entire time I was on the edge of my seat, just waiting for someone to die. AND THEN SOMEONE DID! Maybe. I don't know. The ending was sort of inconclusive.

Give anything away? To loosely quote A, "Never, bitches."

But I will tell you what I absolutely love about the show: nothing is EVER what it seems. At first, I was totally convinced that the brooding Toby Cavanaugh was the guy who killed Allison. Nope. Now he's turned into a mega-hottie who is the perfect boyfriend for Spencer.

And Ian (aka Luck of the Irish boy), I totally pegged him as the killer since he showed up on the scene. Marrying Melissa? Please. Totally lame way to cover yourself.

I could go on and on for hours, talking about how I love Caleb and Lucas and why the heck Hannah gets all of the good love interests in the show (aside from Aria who gets the totally yummy Mr. Fitz). See? Hours. But I won't. I will leave you with this, though:

It's not over until I say it is. Watch the show, bitches - A