No Flies On Us
I was still reeling from the news that my house was infested with sewer flies and I’d need to rip up my basement floors. S-E-W-E-R flies. Uh-huh. Exactly what you think they are. Flies. That breed in sewers. IN MY HOUSE.
Ell-eeee-oooooohhhh-t
I don’t get Mimi. I really don’t. All’s I knew was the hotness had left the building. And it showed.
The Break Up
It was a bloodbath. A travesty. A real shocker. The booting of Michael Johns. Hot Idol, R.I.P
Chickease on Down the Road
It ain’t easy being Chickezie…
Oh…Nurse!
OK, not exactly what you’d call having a life, but Idol fans are Idol fans. And Idol haters are Idol fans too – they just don’t know it yet. Or else won’t admit it
Hey Hey Paula
Ooooh, the Idol rants. I want to apologize for those of you sick of this “shizz” (yes that’s a direct quote) and let you know that I will try to hold off further comments ’til the Top 10.
Androgyny Idol
But let’s discuss the boys of Idol Season 7. Mostly forgettable, to be sure. But so many ladyboys! And so many girlymen. I’m not just talking sexual orientation.
Great Leap Forward
TV=bad. TV=fat. TV=ADD. Until I had kids. Suddenly, there was a new god in town, a new kind of salvation. We called it the television. And just when we’d finally got a handle on the TV situation, my older son asked me for a Game Cube.
Blabber Chat
I had to give ’em something, so a little ramble should satisfy. For now. When the head’s elsewhere, the typing fingers follow.
Out! Damn Blog Spot
Maybe that’s why blogs are becoming so passe. Not only are you, dear readers, getting sick of certain voices (hopefully not mine – is work that busy?!), but no news is, well, no news.There’s nothin coming. Not on my computer(s) anyway.