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Desperate Working Mommas
Your one-stop site for fanatical television snarking, questionable political analysis, occasional attempts to address the parenting issues facing working mothers, and halfhearted promises to stop obsessing about the entertainment industry, already! Oh, not to mention the random bitching and moaning. There's always that.
Friday, April 01, 2005

Wow. Looking back over this blog, I have come to the realization that I have let American Idol rule my life. I TiVo it, watch it several times, talk incessantly about it with co-workers, blog about it, even dream about it! Oh yes, you heard me. I dream about it.

Last night I dreamed that sweet, sweet Constantine and I were dating and stupid Mario was trying to come between us because he thought I was going to ruin Conny's career, but I knew he was just secretly in love with him. I can't remember all the details, but I remember that Constantine was an awesome kisser, and so endearing, and he was absolutely heartbroken when he discovered I was contemplating breaking things off with him in a selfless effort to help him further his career in that business we call Show. I believe there was begging involved on his part. It was heartwrenching. I was actually quite melancholy when I awoke. Truly! Does that ever happen to you?

So, yes, I realize that I am dwelling too much on American Idol antics. Obsessing, even. I have done some soul-searching and I have decided it is in my best interest to quit the show cold turkey. Not only that, but to stop watching television altogether. It is time for me to stop wasting my life away in front of the television. It is time to purge the words "a'ight" and "dawg" and "yo, yo, yo" from my vocabulary. As a matter of fact, I have already called my satellite provider and asked them to cancel my service. The TiVo is being packed away this evening.

No more putting off cooking dinner until I've caught up on Ellen. No more late nights of Law & Order and old Joan of Arcadia episodes. No more Veronica Mars, folks...

Heh. I swear, I'm so bad. I couldn't even TYPE that with a straight face! Honestly. I'm grinning like a mofo! Heh. Don't you just love April 1st?

link | posted by Cat at 8:44 AM

Blogger Cat commented:

Sadly, TGIM was all, "Wow. You go, girl!", then, "Oh." ;)

» 4/01/2005 1:17 PM 

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