how could our love be so blind?

So I'd planned not to vote for "American Idol," first citing journalistic objectivity, then because I hated everyone. But now I only hate one, and it's Katharine. The bitch doesn't even know how to spell her name, plus she thinks she is the truth. She is not. Did you hear her today when she got lippy with the judges? "You guys are so hard on me these past few weeks." None answered, "It's because you have been sucking," but they should have. I remember when my brother's 8th grade graduation song was "I Believe I Can Fly" (mine was "One Moment in Time," because I am old) those kids did a better job.

Anyway, my point is, "American Idol" is trying to keep me down for they will not accept my texts for Elliott. They are hating on me and on him, and I hate it. It is a conspiracy.

Seriously, you know I hate Katharine (and love Elliott) even if I am voting for Elliott when he flipped the lines in "Open Arms." I do not play around with Journey.

Also, go on Taylor. It needs to be a Taylor / Elliott finale. Because that's what America is: Kind of weird and not very attractive but better than some slut with a high opinion of herself who spends an inordinate amount of time on the floor. It's like I'm saying.

Also, does "Try a Little Tenderness" always always ALWAYS remind you of that Tender Vittles (I think?) commercial. "You may get weary/ Cat owners do get weary opening can after smelly can ... Why mess with that mess? Try a little tenderness!" I'm telling you, when your first experience with a song is a commercial, it's dangerous. Just wait until kids start singing "It's crumb-elievable" and you will know.

PS "Oreo Big Stuf! Who do you think you are?"

it's enough to make you celibate

I hate to be giving away my secrets (especially ones that were given to me by special someones), but I just have to share this. I don't know if you read Crunk + Disorderly, but it has become my favorite anything ever. I laugh, I love, I live. For serious.

Why just this afternoon, in a post titled "Have You F-ed With Your Shoes On Today," Fresh wrote:
"Am I the only person who is annoyed at mixtape DJ's who insist on shooting me before the beginning of a new song? My nerves are already bad as hell, I don't need Pro Tool bullets. If it's not that they're cussing you out. Negro I thought I was helping you out." The Trina/ Rick Ross comments that follow are also spot on.

Crunk + Disorderly, I salute you.

life coach, guru, I turn and I find you

So my hair, it's kind of fabulous, but I am desperate for a haircut. My bangs aren't making me cry, but they are totally down to my nose. But I hate to waste a haircut (and blowout) on a regular day. I need a plan, an event, a hot date to schedule a haircut around. Like, let's say, a week and a half from now. I'm taking suggestions.

who you talkin' to?

I have a loop running in my head of the bridge (Is it a bridge? I don't know what it is. The good part) to "Who You Talkin' To," a Sloan song. The words go:
Listen very carefully
Don't think that you're the rarest breed
Of ones who lead the lonely sheltered lives
The boys they abandon you
Your sisters leave you standing
Waiting in the wings until your time arrives
Don't give up like you're 'sposed to do.

I don't know why. I do not feel lonely or sheltered. I do not feel abandoned by boys or stood up by sisters. I don't feel like giving up. I just feel like playing this part of this song over and over in my head. So I do. It's great.

I let it go too long

I am love sick or lust sick or bored sick or "What was I thinking?" sick or "What am I thinking?" sick. It is a sick and sickening sickness. It was supposed to be funny and last a week. It's been a month. It hasn't gone away. But it's been so long that I've had this sickness that makes everything so much more MORE. I don't want it to go away. But I hate it all the same.