Taylor Swift is totally having a hold on me these days. I don't want to come off as a music snob that "puhhs" and "pahhs" at Top 40 stuff they play over and over again like Groundhog Day on drugs, but 90 percent of it is white noise to me. Not a racist joke, just you know that flat power sound that comes from your TV sometimes. Much like the thrash talk I got from United fans this week. Meaningless hubbub.

Gloat you devils! Gloat while you still can. Just as LFC's glory days back in the 80's have passed, yours will too. What can I say? I fall into the pits of sour grapes every now and then.

I'm not going to write another passage of Liverpool's eventual ascension into Championship Utopia. No. Because like love, they say once you stop searching for it, it'll find you. And all's fair in love... and war (someone should have told Suarez that it's not cheating unless you get caught). So to war we went.

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Like the real gentle ladies that we are, we settled it the best way we knew how.


By letting the balls do the talking (no balls were harmed in the filming of this 'episode')


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But then we came across WAG gossip online, and all was forgotten.


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Never under estimate the power of gossip and its ability to bring women together.


p/s: Michelle Michael pulled a Jonathan Walters. Guess who won this battle?


*bows*


xo Reem