I'm really broken...it's sick...

So last night the sister and I watched American Idol. We now have two very big crushes on two of the performers.

Ace and Chris. We loves them the precious. They're so pretty and they sing really well too so I don't feel like I'm fucking up the whole competition by putting through the pretty.

Sister - You know who's hot?

Me - Ace. Ace is fucking hot.

Sister - Yes, but that's not who I was talking about.

Me - As long as you don't say "bobby" you and I are okay.

Sister - (Gags) Ew. Gross. No really...Chris is hot. And he performed Bon Jovi.

Me - Yes, he did. I'd make out with him.

Sister - Me too.

Me - You know who should make out with him too? Ace.

Sister - RPS has broken your brain.

Me - Before the results show they release the tension with groping and kissing.

Sister - Now you have to write it. I want to read it.

So uh...how sad would that be if I actually wrote the Chris/Ace? Uh...

Anyway, I guess you can figure out who my sister and I voted repeatedly for. I was going to vote for Will too because I just...he's like this little John Mayer and he's adorable and stuff.

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No one is in the office today. So I feel no great compulsion to do work. Fa, la, la. Isn't my work ethic amazing? You're all impressed!

I guess maybe I should attempt to do some work or at least some writing.

Ciao!