We all have skeletons.
Some are so grisly as to scupper any chance at a normal life. Some so awful you will be shunned from your village without a second thought.
So I feel it’s best to come clean about mine before it’s too late; before The Lone Monkey finds fame and fortune and those who seek to destroy him trundle out this ugly fact for their own nefarious means.
There is no easy way to put this so I’ll just say it: I watch American Idol.
I’m not proud of it but it’s true. I avoided it all year last year but this year I stumbled on the early elimination rounds to get to the final 32. That is where you start to get a feel for the contestants and where you are the most vulnerable to their personal sob stories. So I'm hooked until the end.
But without turning this into an A.I. intensive blog, I just want to say that I have my favourite (Lakisha is one powerhouse, baby!) and I hope she makes it. By the way: what’s the deal with Sanjaya?!?! He’s so drippy and wispy, both in voice and stage presence. I think people are voting for his hair.
I will now go away and follow the rest of the season, at peace with my shame.
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American Idol rocks!! I predict LaKisha will win. Her voice is stellar. I just wish they would ban Celene Dion and Whitney Houston songs. The "Afro-Americans" (to quote Michael Richards) sure have the whitey's beat this year.
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