Thursday, April 28

Fallen Idol

I love TV.

I love TV more than other people.

I love the people in my TV shows.

I root for them, cry with them, fight beside them.

I am incorrigible this way.

Saying goodbye to Constantine of pop-farm extravaganza American Idol was difficult. Abrupt like a car crash, I wasn't prepared for the the silence that followed the rolling credits. How will I survive my Wednesday nights without his smoldering eyes and devilish scowl?


My Thursday nights?


Still, sigh. Paula Abdul crying was funny though. She's a certified nut. Last season's nail infection must have gone up her blood stream, to her tiny, bubbly head.

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