Robert's House of Hamsters

Somewhere between Sacramento, the Oregon border and that tingly feeling in your toes.

11.27.2006

Promises, promises

I told myself I wouldn't. I swore to myself I wouldn't allow it to happen.

I'm talking about getting into anything American Idol-related.

Sure, I can tell you who won all five seasons, but that's more trivia-related. Yeah, I have a couple of Kelly Clarkson songs, but just the good ones. Sure, I consider Carrie Underwood a total hottie but she's a country singer, so that doesn't count--same reason I was able to watch Nashville Star. I still think Matt Mason got jipped, he should have been second to Chris Young.

But the fact remains I told myself I wouldn't let myself get sucked into the American Idol hoopla. I've never watched the show for longer than five minutes. Nor would I buy any albums from anybody came through the Simon Cowell gauntlet.

Well, scratch that second one. I just got the Daughtry album on iTunes. It's good. Very 3 Doors Down-ish in my opinion.

But I'm still not watching the show. I'm sticking to my guns on that.

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