
Well, last night I ripped apart the girls. Tonight, I give it to (heh) the boys. …
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Otherwise known as my favorite time of year, it’s “Idol” season.
I like Simon. Some of his facial expressions remind me of my grandmother. She wasn’t impressed by anybody either — you had to be pretty freaking special to register on her radar. I think those two could have been good friends, otherwise she would have made a hell of a judge on this odyssey!
Here’s my take on this week’s contestants:
I wrote this in my novel the other night, and I really really liked it for some reason. Not that it’s brilliant prose, but it signifies a real turning point for my protagonist: