Okay, I'm Out.

I'm gonna go ahead and out myself before someone else does.

I watch American Idol.

I have never watched it until this season. I thought it was stupid, mindless, and indicative of just about everything that is wrong in this world. I still think that. But in a moment of weakness, I started watching the first few weeks when they were still auditioning the really crappy whack jobs who think they are good singers. I got roped in, just like crack. Pop always told me to stay off dope, but he never warned me about American Idol.

Even so, I was able to watch with some indifference as people were voted off each week. Until this week. Cute little Chris. Not that great a singer, but Good God that boy is gonna take the teenybopper's money with a flash of that shy smile. Phil, devoted father and husband of two little girls? The tragedy!

Even more indicative of my addiction? If that spoiled brat Jordin (hate names spelled "uneekly!") doesn't get voted off next, I'm . . . still going to watch anyway.

Fuck.