I am looking rough today, y'all. I didn't wash my make up off last night, I didn't take a shower this morning, I just wrapped my greasy hair up in a bun and spritzed myself liberally with lavender water and took off. I almost went straight home after I dropped my kid off at school, but you know what? This ain't no fashion show. I can do what I want. So I came out here.
Okay, quick American Idol update... is this the most lackluster season ever or what? None of these kids are talented. Sorry to say it, but it's true. Even the ones the judges are raving about. I bet if you stuck this batch in the Hollywood Week of season three, they wouldn't have made it this far. And what the heck did Paula say about Diana Ross? That her singing was a disaster or something like that?
Okay, the song, "Just A Gigolo" is on, the one that isn't by
It should be painfully clear at this point that I have NOTHING at all to say today. I'm just typing to keep myself from falling asleep at this table. I can't even muster up a "Van Halen Sucks" rant to be interesting. You know I'm tired when I don't want to criticize the suckness of the music and lament the tragic waste of Eddie Van Halen's talents over the years.
Whatever, I'm going to go make faces at this douche talking too loud on his cell phone.