Please, for the love of Christ and all that is holy, keep your silly, brain dead, tone deaf daughters hands away from the telephone on Tuesday nights. Please! Because they keep voting for that little, light in the loafers, untalented little Sanjaya simply because he's cute.
And, please, sit them down and explain to them that American Idol is a singing competition and not a "Like, ohmygod, Stacy, did you see Sanjaya Tuesday night with his hair all blown straight with those dreamy eyes that I could just melt into sing last night?" competition. Cut of their arms if you have to. Just keep 'em away from the fucking phone, okay?
Thanks. It's very much appreciated.
I mean, what the fuck is that all about? Seriously. I'm not Sundance Head's biggest fan, that's for sure but he's a fuck of a lot better than Sanjaya. And what was with Haley beating out Sabrina (is that her name?)? Maybe that's the problem. Maybe I'm not alone in not remembering her name.
Anyway, it's Friday, it's supposed to get up to 50 degrees today (I'll believe that when I see it) and it's a payday. It doesn't get any better than this! Well, it could, I'm not going to lie. But, I must accept that I can't only deal with that shit which I can control, and say, "Fuck you!" the the shit I can't.
Nothing really planned for this weekend (now there's a big shock) except grocery shopping, smokin' and drinkin' and a nice Sunday recovery.
Amen, sister Sue!!
AI is really getting on my nerves.