Jamie Foxx. Ulch. He's so...what's the word if it were opposites day here on the "o-blog"?
Humble, that's it.
Fortunately, I started watching this week's episode of American Idol twenty minutes behind, so I could speed search through his "tales of inspiration," and didn't have to sit on the edge of my seat to see if he granted each contestant their "artist" t shirt. I need one of those emoticon eye roll things to insert here...
Where can I get my hands on one of those t shirts, by the way? I want to start wearing a "contestant" shirt to our shows in a subtle, yet defiant, statement to the producers of American Idol to never have Jamie Foxx as a guest mentor again.
Aren't I a sour thing since Siobhan got da boot?
Ok. So I am now rooting for Crystal. There hasn't been a girl in the finals in a few years. That's bullshit, people. Not to mention, Lee Dewyze is a poor man's David Cook is a poor man's Chris Daughty is a poor man's Bo Bice...that's a seriously slippery slope right there, if you ask me.
Why is Casey James in the top three < and
Diana Degarmo, people. Who the hell voted for him? Especially after that snore version of Mrs. Robinson on the ukele. I know, I know. It was a mandolin. Whatev, peeps. It's my "o-blog."
Alright, talk back and set me straight. I'd like to try to enjoy the final weeks and not have such a chip on me shoulder, as @joelygabs would say.