I know, I know. I've been gone for like, years. I'm SORRY. I just...didn't post. I have no excuse. No American Idol recap. Here's why - I was out a lot this week, and I had to watch it on Tivo in the morning before work. I ended up fast forwarding through a lot of it because my interest level was rapidly plummeting. Now, why is my interest level plummeting so rapidly when I'm clearly obsessed with the show? I'll give you some reasons:

1. I'm getting more and more pissed that I'm not on it.
2. All the fucking girls are voted off, and I enjoy watching female singers better.

Seriously, if you forced me to have my least favorite conservation of my life, which is What Kind of Music Do You Listen To?, then I would be forced to give you a list of CD's I have, which include Bjork, Tori Amos, Ani DiFranco, Indigo Girls, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Kelly Clarkson...and I think you see the pattern. I just like women's voices, and now I have to watch freaking Anthony spread cheese all over my damn TV screen. Oh, or I get to listen to the wife-beating thug play the fun "How far can I be from hitting the actual note" game. I'm over it. Fine, my Carrie and Vonzell are still there, but if either of them leave, I'm OUT. I'm not watching anymore. I quit.

Jessica should not have gone home. Nikko goes home the minute I start to really like him. I'm just...I'm done. I'm pissed. Who the hell ARE you people voting for Anthony and Scott? What are you DOING???

Bo is just Bo. Great. He's great, but I'm not excited anymore. I'm actually more mad at Constantine for rallying and being so good all of a sudden. Goddamn underdog.

New subject: with the exception of the upcoming Bostonian mayhem I'm soon to experience, I'm considering because I two-drink-maximum kind of gal. I don't know what happened, but I cannot booze like I used to, and I'm not having very much fun. The idea of boozing it still phenomenal. "Let's go out, and just get trashed!" It really sounds fun, doesn't it? You think of laughing hard, losing balance, saying funny shit, inhibited, brave, crazy. Yeah, no. Not so much. Let me paint you a picture: Oly was in town. YYYAAAYYYY OLY!!!! We hit up Cabo Cantina for some happy hour on a Sunday afternoon. We have about 4 margaritas before heading over to Barney's Beanery for a fun night of finding our friend Jay some L.A. lovin' since he's a newly single man. It's 8:30pm - I'm looking at my freshly poured pint of Coors like it's my nemesis. I'm fully diagonal, my face smashed up against Oly's arm. None of us have said work for the last hour. Oly's eyes are so slanted, he looks more Asian me. (Note: Oly is not Asian at all). We give up, leave Jay to find lovin' on his own, head home, and are passed out snoring by 9:30pm. Oly wakes up asking if he did or said anything stupid last night. I laugh...or what would be a laugh if I weren't hungover like it was my job, and reminded him that we no longer DO crazy things or say stupid shit when we're drunk. We're getting to the age where we just get tired. And then we spend the next day vowing to stop drinking forever. In a way, it's really hilarious...Hilarious in a tragic sense. I don't need these headaches. I don't need to feel bloated. I don't need to check my memory bank to see if I said something inappropriate the night before.

Also, I can get kind of mean when I'm drunk. I pick fights, and it's not cool. I do enjoy a glass or two of wine. I enjoy a martini at a nice bar. I like having a beer in my hand at a party. It is fun. But I don't like getting drunk anymore. But I will get drunk at the Bostonian Final Show...because it's tradition, and who I am to fuck with that?

My sister is in town, and I need to be sunbathing with her immediately. This is ridiculous. All this melanin going to waste.