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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.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
What? American Idol who?

How hilariously sad is it that my favorite part of last night's American Idol episode was watching the judges get their panties in a twist? I know so much of this show is, well, show, but they were SO truly pissed at each other! And I was laughing so hard at the bickering between Paula and Simon, and Paula's exaggerated eye-rolling, and Randy's wide-eyed "What is WRONG with you today, dawg?!" And the "He's in a bad mood!... No, I'm not... Yes, you ARE!... No I'm not..." Especially when Simon finally abandoned ship, stalking away to his stretch limo and heading back to his hotel room for a little R & R with... er, himself! Possibly shouting things into his cell phone like "They are all hideous IDIOTS! I don't mean to be rude, but get me off of this effing show and I mean NOW! I don't CARE how many tight black sweater-shirts they've promised me! Grrr! WORST! BIRTHDAY! EVER!" And I'm all, "Dude! It's a muthafriggin' WALKOUT!" And that was funny to me! Because I am twelve!

In other news, there were some good singers and some awful singers. And wasn't Ryan working it last night?! He was looking especially sassy in his casual button-up shirt with oversized cuffs, classically paired with those butt-hugging faux-faded jeans. You = Wicked Sexy, my wee Seacrest. Rawr!

link | posted by Cat at 9:37 AM


4 Comments:
Blogger Ern commented:

Um, you know he's gay, right? (Not that we can't still think gay men are rawr!)

» 1/27/2006 3:06 AM 
Blogger Cat commented:

mrtl: See, it's just that no one loves me anymore, is all...

ern: I utterly refuse to believe it. He's my wee'un.

» 1/27/2006 5:18 AM 
Blogger BirdMadGirl commented:

Since you have the wee'un, does that mean that I can have Simon all to myself?? ;) I wish he would berate me with insults in a British accent... mmmmmmmm... :D I loved that he stormed out too - I don't think I could tolerate the whole Paula/Randy combo platter for as long as he does. I just don't know how he does it week after week!

Ryan is a cutie-patootie though :) He'd look nice on you, hehe ;)

» 1/27/2006 6:11 AM 
Blogger Amy commented:

Funny bit about Simon's form fitting black sweaters. What is that, his uniform?

» 1/27/2006 9:52 AM 

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