How great was American Idol last night? I LOVE the girl from Puerto Rico who knows she’s an international superstar. God how I hope she makes it into the top 12. I want to be her -just flouncing around in mermaid dresses and way too much blush, imagining that the whole world is pleased as punch to spend even five minutes being graced by my exceptional personality. Wouldn’t that be fun? Instead I’m constantly putting my foot in my mouth after saying something unintentionally inappropriate and then feeling guilty for a month. I WANT TO NOT CARE! Sort of like I don’t care about my personal grooming anymore. I want to throw my head back and let loose with a cackling insane laugh positive that the whole planet is on my side. I want to hand out my press kit with pictures of myself half nude and not see a thing wrong with it. Instead the extent of promoting myself is updating my Facebook status by announcing I had a delicious piece of salmon for lunch. Oh well.
So I want to turn you on to a new very funny blog Lulu and Moxley. It’s by a mom of twins but she mainly writes about pop culture with a nice acerbic bent. You’ll thank me later.