*shoots the wall*

Raise your hand if you got that…oh…only…one. Okay, that’s okay, I guess…But I’m still ashamed of the rest of you.

Right. So. Season 4 of Sherlock FINALLY came out on Netflix around a month ago. Short blurb taken straight from Google:

In this contemporary version of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s detective stories, Dr. John Watson is a war vet just home from Afghanistan. He meets the brilliant but eccentric Holmes when the latter, who serves as a consultant to Scotland Yard, advertises for a flatmate. Almost as soon as Watson moves into the Baker Street flat, they are embroiled in mysteries, and Sherlock’s nemesis, Moriarty, appears to have a hand in the crimes.”

I watched the first episode last night with Mom. Okay, deep breaths.

DSLGIFDHGIAAKAHAHHAHAHGHAHHAHAAAAAAHGGHGHGHGHGHG.

That episode. Killed me. I am a ghost dictating to random stranger I found in an Apple store right now, seriously. You’re all invited to my funeral. King’s Cross station, noon June 20th followed by a procession to the nearest Panera, where there will be a eulogy and cake. Please do not bring gifts. Reward of five dollars plus whatever’s in my pocket right now to whoever kidnaps and brings the screenwriters of Sherlock season 4 episode 1 to the funeral. They’ll be punished accordingly.

You’re probably really confused rn. Please go watch the episode. It’s on Netflix. And don’t blame me if you die too. Be warned.

Right, I think that’s all today. Catch ya later.

xoxo, Gossip Girl

Kidding.

-daniela

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