For me at this point, I don’t really lose anything, and I’m too tired to care. I’m not Harry, who’s marrying a psycho that will destroy his life. I’m not a Markle stan who will be devastated when Fleet Street starts publishing all the dirt on Megs that she thought wouldn’t be published until she ditched Harry.
Does she really expect that Charles will want to do favors for her when he doesn’t like her? Honey, Megs, Charles and everyone else in that family sees right through you. There will come a day sooner rather than later when they will not put the backing of the Buckingham Palace and Clarence House press offices on Fleet Street to save your ass.
Yeah, people may nitpick with me about me being wrong, but I don’t care. Doing predictions publicly is always risky since you might be off or you might be right.
I’m more concerned with finishing some books from the library that are due on Sunday. I got a life that doesn’t revolve around Harry’s dipshit actions and Meg’s famewhoredom.
House of Brat 