Could these Idol guys suck any more than they already do?

Just have to comment on Idol. Watching it right now, and holy man, you know how I am watching closely for Paula's antics, because, as you know, she is what she is... and she is BRILLIANT. Well, first off, I can't quite place what it is, but she's got some work done. Seriously. She honestly looks like some sort of blow-up doll. I am not shitting you people. She's got this weird rubbery sort of look, and it's quite sad, really, because she isn't that old, so the sister (or whatever the hell she is) should just let the skin be. Let it be, Paula. But no, she looks like some kind of blow-up doll - if anyone startles her and her mouth pops open, it will just be obscene.
So now Sanjaya is singing, and while I was hoping he'd kick ass, it's horrid and creepy and gross. The song he just sang was awful. Absolutely awful. Painful, really. Actually, they are all sucking tonight. I was also cheering for that Sundance dude, from one fat guy to another, but it sucked too. I don't know. This might be a dismal year after all. And Seacrest is just frightening this year too. Yeah, dismal.
So I am sitting here, blowing the diet one more night. I am just disgusted with myself. Tomorrow will be a new day. I just ate like a 1/2 a pineapple with fruit dip and now I am sucking back a glass of wine. Tomorrow will be a new day, damnit. Fucking hell. I feel so fat.

OH, FUCKING HELL, I just read the heart attack link from Chunks on Lattegirl's blog - this is EXACTLY the shot in the ass of buckshot I needed this week. Just what I needed. It's one thing to sit there and say "ah well, I already still have some fat clothes left" but then I think of my kids and imagine the pain for them of not being here - this is what I needed. But damn, sobering......

Well, that was a buzz kill. Reality bites, y'all. Anyway, I am going to go look at Britney's scalp a bit before bed.

Oh, and since everyone is posting all this Another World stuff on my comments, let me recap a couple of my favorite AW moments. Does anyone remember back in the day when Cecile would poison Blaine (who was married to Cecile's ex, Sandy Cory) and lock her in the cellar and she hired this crazy woman named Alma Rudder to dress up like Raggedy Ann and scare her? That was some crazy-ass shit. Or remember when Dean Frame was this "rock star' and he sang "Song for Jenna" and the poor bastard couldn't sing, so they could never show any of this music?
Or do you remember when Sharlene went all crazy and became a hooker, so sometimes she'd be baking at her Holly Hobby stove and other times she'd be working the street? Good times......

Have a good day y'all.
JT