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melodramatic isn’t a strong enough word

I’m watching American Idol again this year. It’s not like that’s a shocker. I even got into a discussion with my chiropractor’s office manager about the damn show today.
You know what I’m tired of already this year, even though it’s into the second week of the season? The sob stories.

Some girl name Ashanti is reciting a clearly over-rehearsed speech about her struggles to make it to the tryouts for the third or fourth time and blah blah blah. What cracks me up is that these horrible singers thing they’re actually going to change the judges mind by saying: “You don’t understand!” They may not understand, but even more importantly? They don’t care.

I hate it when they girls dress like hooches. I hate it when people dress up like Uncle Sam. I hate it when people honestly think they’re really, really good and, well, aren’t. I hate it when people say that their family or their friends or their co-workers convince the people they know to try out, knowing damn good and well they’re gonna sound like a dying camel. I hate anytime Randy Seacrest opens his mouth.
But, man, I love the show. I love it when Simon checks out the 19 year old girls that walk in. I love it when Randy gets to the point where he can’t stop laughing. I love it when Paula has to pass on someone and doesn’t know how to tell them. And I love that no matter how horrible a singer might be at the beginning of the show, and no matter how badly I want to turn the damn show off, I don’t – I sit through the two hour episode because it sucks me in like one hell of a vacuum.

date a millionaire!

For you long time readers, it’s not going to come as a surprise to you that I used to be a big fan of online dating. I’ve kind of abandoned the dating aspect of it now, and have wound up meeting pretty much some of the coolest people ever from different online sources.

However, if I were to decide to get back into the whole online hook up arena, I might start at a site called Millionaire Singles. I mean, why wouldn’t I, right?

It looks like this particular site is still relatively new and just because the word millionaire is in the URL, it doesn’t exactly mean everyone on there is rolling in the dough, which is kind of disappointing.

I did a search for 200 miles within my zip code, which would include heavily populated places like, you know, Minneapolis and St. Paul, but turns out the site isn’t much for the same sex matchmaking. Like at all. So, yeah.

One more dating site among the hundreds that are already out there, so why not sign up at this one, too? There’s probably a cliche about not leaving any stone unturned, but I can’t remember it.

i may whine slightly

I have a cold-like symptoms for approximately ever. It’s been at least early to mid-December where I haven’t been coughing or sneezing or so congested in some fashion that I can’t even breathe and/or sleep. It’s so damn ridiculous.

I’ve lost my voice twice, been to urgent care once, had a fever twice, and coughed up two lungs and possibly my pancreas.

I may own stock in DayQuil, but only the off-brand kind.

I really just want to get better so I don’t feel like ass for 24 hours straight. I don’t think that’s too much to ask.

Alright. I’m done whining.