Well, I wasn’t much interested in American Idol tonight, oddly enough. I was a little tipsy.
So, the Arkansas guy, the chick I mentioned in my last blog, and the punk guy made it.
The blonde sleeved girl is going to make it. Beyond American Idol. She will be good. Mark my words.
I can’t remember the punk guy’s name, but he made it too.
I have an itch. But I’m not gonna scratch it. If I don’t scratch my toe, it will stop itching. I mean, it’s just a toe, right?
I’ve been meeting lots of people. In the job position I have right now, I see and am forced to talk to people of all sorts. I talk to poor people, white trash, rich people…in many ways, this job is much more interesting than any I’ve had before. I suppose it could be more interesting because of the experiences and training that I’ve had in previous positions.
Any place I go to, I pretty much take over their house; and they don’t say a word about it. I don’t knock on the door each time I go in and out. I MAY ask for permission to use the restroom. It’s just weird to me because I’m so private, probably. I wouldn’t let some stranger just come in and walk around my house. Not before I’d done some major cleaning.
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