1. Finally finished watching the second evening of American Idol; I was going to post pictures and whatnot but a) that takes a long time and b) I’m highly overdue for lunch and c) some of those people were so scary that to see them again, even in picture form on teh internets, is a frightening thought. I think, though, that their overall focus on “good” people rather than “bad” is working at this point in the game. I mean, there’s 6 more cities to go, and then Hollywood Week, and after THAT nonsense, then the show finally gets down to bizniss. It’s hard work waiting for all those untalented weasels to get weeded out, let me tell you. Tonight shall bring many wonders, but hopefully not any more people singing “Lovin’ You” by Minnie Ripperton because.. um.. yeah. Prolly not the best song choice.
2. Crasian informed me last night that she is moving to Denmark with a friend named Sammy and a cousin named David (that she later accidentally called Tigger, and quickly corrected herself) and possibly David/Tigger’s fiancee; when asked what her activities in Denmark would be, she said, “Hanging out. You know. Writing long letters back home. Keeping my vocabulary at that of a Kindergardener’s.” Also mentioned that she LOVES my hair, did not seem to care for my new glasses, asked if I was marrying Anderson Cooper (the answer is no), and while she does not have access to her fortune, she does indeed have the ability to transfer funds. Well, thank goodness for that. I can sleep at night again.
3. I was plagued by a wicked headache and while this magical potion stick did not cure it, it did indeed help. The stick I speak of hails from Bath & Body Works and smells of peppermint grandmas, and I think it’s pretty great.
4. It’s Tuesday! We have a new President! I am off work! I get to see Simon Cowell’s shining face on my television set tonight! I think I might just PAINT MY NAILS!
One last one, for old times’ sake:
Crasian: ANDREA! HELLO! I WAS HOPING YOU’D BE HERE TONIGHT!
Me: Oh.. hi! I’m always here!
Crasian: Yes, well, I have.. something to tell you.
Me: Okay, what is it?
(Crasian looks around nervously)
Crasian (whispering): I’m moving. To Denmark.
Me: DENMARK?
Crasian: SSSHHH!
Me: Oh, sorry. So why.. um.. Denmark?
Crasian: Oh, because.
Me: Something is rotten in the state of Denmark, you know.
Crasian: Something is rotten EVERYWHERE. (cackles)
Ah, how true, how true.
