so i told myself i wasn't going to get hooked on this season of american idol. but here i am.

if anyone ever told me they were going to hometown buffet for fucking seafood night i think i would slap them in their face.

too bad diet cherry vanilla dr. pepper doesn't taste like ANYTHING. i might as well be drinking club soda. mmm... club soda.

and the highest setting on your windshield wipers is just obnoxious. come on people.

lesbians on wifeswap!

so um. it's hailing. i fucking love it.

stupid tv. be more funny!

that guy's from norco.

of all the things i didn't need today. getting drenched by a hose at eight o'clock in the morning and then having to stand soaking wet in the freezing cold all day would have to be somewhere at the top of the list.

when you are down to nothing. god is up to something.

remember that, kids.

krystal got an electric razor for christmas. and combined with my gift (see previous post (previous post deleted)) i now have a patch of hair missing from my leg, my arm, and my eyebrow.

wolfgang puck, you've failed me for the last time.