Even though we've never met, you've been a barnacle on the ship of my life.
Remember when I tried to explain to you how annoying you were? And then when I expounded on that to the point where my post was the number one result on Google for Gwyneth K. Paltrow [that's right, bitches]? Remember?
I thought you'd learned your lesson.
I thought you'd go back to your GOOP-y existence and be a goober on my periphery.
I thought you'd do the decent thing and stay out of my world.
I was mistaken.
Because now? NOW? You have done me so, so wrong.
You have glommed on to Glee, Gwyneth K. Paltrow, and I am not amused.
|This makes me so, so angry. And sad. But mostly angry.|
|Um. Hell. Yes.|
|You know what doesn't fill me with Glee? GP!|
I do not love you.
I certainly do not love your wooden acting.
But I love even less your
|Really? The CMAs, too? It's like you can't stop yourself.|
It is ON.