Coming from a woman who lived with Keith Olbermann
I’ve dated these types. They’re buzzed 24/7. Almost all of them on SR Adderall. They’re wound up like long tailed cats in a room full of rocking chairs. Skinny as rails. Highly emotional, and so full of themselves.
I remember her at Trump’s Alabama stop. There’s a prayer, then they’re pledging the allegiance, then a young choir singing the National anthem, and she and her cohorts are laughing it up and yapping through out the whole thing.
Then her third rate un prepared interview with Trump himself, that was like being interviewed by a first journalism student.
I know the type.