I’m thinking that I can count with my one hand how many books, or TV shows, or movies I’ve seen (or read) spoiler-free. I’m impatient like that. Or I rarely like something enough to want to be surprised by it. Man, that doesn’t sound too fun, does it?
Like right now what I know is that somebody’s going to need the best prenatal vitamins at Grey’s Anatomy. The who will be revealed in next week’s finale. Plus, somebody’s going to take a bullet and will most probably bite the dust. Smallville spoilers turned out to be a bit predictable, with the major couple breaking up (there’s only two) and one character death (which turned out to be two character “deaths,” both of whom will probably survive, or be revived, by the next season). I’m generally staying away from Fringe spoilers because that’s the one show I love. But I’m yet to watch The Vampire Diaries finale, which they all say was awesome. I already know what happened scene for scene, though. Spoiled, I told ya.