Then I Was Like…

droppings… american idol edition.

“it’ll be down to lakisha and doolittle anyway, so they might as well stop”

- one woman to another walking down 1st street towards market.

i have to agree. i think they’ve got the best voices. is it me or does this year’s american idol seem lackluster? the girls are much stronger than the boys this year. only the beatboxer from seattle is kinda good. we’ll see how it goes next week.

and to top it off who ever controls the audio for the show needs to be retrained or replaced. i know it’s hard to produce live television, but it’s awful. intros are cut off, the music drowns out the singers, and there’s such a big difference between the clip audio and the singing. i have to man my remote to adjust the audio as i watch.

traumatized - droppings [the crap that i hear]

girl in elevator to me, “is there something nasty on my head?”

me to girl in elevator, “um, there’s a little bit of something on your forehead.”

girl in elevator to me, “i think i just got crapped on by a bird. i’m traumatized.”

droppings [the crap that i hear]

“yo’ mamma was a hoodrat!”

               - apartment neighbor to her boyfriend(?) during an argument.

december, sucks so far - droppings [the crap that i hear]

a former coworker asked me “can we cancel the rest of the year?” i agreed.