Last night's Idol, as already reported, please me highly.
What I completely forgot to write about was the 12-voiced rendition of "When You Tell Me That You Love Me" which was so awesomely bad that I just had to mention it. It was pitched too low for many of the contestants and I hope against all hope that the recorded version is better. I won't buy it, nor will I even think about getting tickets for the "tour." That is a whole other level of obsession which I am not at all comfortable with. I'm in it for the entertainment value (small screen) but I'm not about to devote a Saturday night to watching mostly subpar performers...live...and over priced.
In other news, I've joined Friendster in an attempt to fill time today (slow day at work) and stay distracted. It's an interesting phenomenon and I'm not all that sure how I feel about it. Lisa is whoring me out, which is awesome...so good things are happening.
I'm very disappointed in a couple individuals right now because I feel as if I've been robbed of something. I'll recover, no doubt, but it still stings and makes me question my ability to judge character. Sometimes, it takes an unusual or highly emotional circumstance for people to show their true colors.
On the other hand, I am pleasantly surprised and pleased with the support of others, some I know very well, some not so well, and some I have never met.
I feel let down and lifted up all at the same time.
Oh shit...almost forgot...Happy St. Patrick's Day.
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