I'm not what you'd call an American Idol fan.
Okay, if forced at gunpoint (or if you simply read my blog...) I will admit that I watched the first two seasons religiously. But since then? Well, to put it mildy, my interest has waned.
Hubby insists on gawking at the first few episodes of each new offering when the Crazy People hit the airwaves, but after that it's just simply boring or excruciating to me.
So then, I have to ask myself.
"Myself, how the heck can you explain what happened the other night?"
"You remember. The night you bolted upright in bed, sweating with fear?"
"The night your mind betrayed you."
Oh, gad. I DO remember.
For it was the night I (gulp) DREAMED about Ryan Seacrest....
Could it be that I am being brainwashed?
Brainwashed into finding this guy Every-Frickin-Where?
On Air With Ryan Seacrest.
American Top 40.
Rockin' New Years Eve.
Walt Disney World Christmas Parade.
(Or would that be "SEA-Crest" commercials?)
And EVERY television special nowadays.
Emmys. Oscars. American Music Awards. New Year's Rockin' Eve.....
I could go on.
Yup. I'm brainwashed alright.
Have to be.
It's the only way I can live with the betrayal of my subconscious ... and the terror of falling asleep.
I guess it could be worse.
I could've been dreaming about THIS guy....
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