uh...don't hate me, but i wouldn't mind being the wife of peter...
i've had no sleep. don't ask questions. i made you a genius in my story...
wait. what am i talking about. i clicked "would you like to submit a review" because i would like to submit a review, so here it is.
you're brilliant, and don't you ever spend a second thinking you're not, or i'm cathcing the next plane to your front door, and bitch-slapping you, true to the style of mal...cause she's inspired by me...
dude. intense. in-freaking-tense. they both have kids. i bet the little girl belongs to peter. i can feel it in my bones. i can just feel it.
anyway, i'm sorry this is probaby the worst review ever but college is kicking me in the ovaries right now, so my brain works about as well as...
dude, it just doesn't work. and my itunes is playing justin timberlake, cause my intellegence to lessen.
good grief. keep up the damn good work, little katy. you know i love you, and i love this story.