And the winner is...

So there I found myself, sitting on the couche (it's like the McCafe) after a wonderful dinner of 'skits and gravy when I decided to watch a little of the American Idol. That is right, all of you haters, I watch American Idol, and it's not that I am an avid watcher, just that I am madly in love with it (but not as much as I am with you honey, of course...). You knowI have my Adam Lambert shirt on that I rip after each and every one of his performances, because he just makes me feel so strong and (rawr!) powerful with his stellar vocals. It says, "Emo freak for Adam" and I couldn't be more proud when I have it on. So, needless to say, you all know how upset I was last night when Jessica changed the channel to watch another show and didn't get it back on the F-O-X before they annouced the winner. My bottom lip has still not made it back to meet the top. Sadness... That Adam kid is uglier than my two cheeks that don't see the sunshine, and don't get me started on his vocals that sound about the same... I mean seriously, why didn't the bikini girl or Kara (or Kaara, if your name is Simon) win this competition. Or even Norman Gentle, now there is some real talent... Anyway, that was the most wonderful day of the week so far...