Hang on...This is going to be one of those random posts where I take it upon myself to share the bits and pieces that make up my little mediocre life in Philadelphia.
I told you Dunkin' Doughnuts was an addiction and now I have proof. Yesterday, Dunkin' Doughnuts was giving away FREE iced coffee all day long. Now, I think that is what heroine dealers do too. They give you your first hit free and you get all hooked and have to pay for it after that. Well, I think DD have been doing their drug dealer homework because it is really a terrific strategy. To prove my theory, I tried to stay away from the DD today, but then I remembered my DD coupon book. I opened it, saw a coupon for another FREE iced coffee, so I went. I am so weak.
I would go for a walk today, but I am still suffering from the sunburn that I deservedly received at the beach on Sunday. The weather is perfect, but I am sun-phobic and will enjoy it through my open windows. I must get myself some of this SPF 45 I have been hearing so much about. I am not sure why I lie to myself and try to believe that I came from some olive skinned ancestors instead of the very Nordic genes of equal parts Norwegian and Swedish. I won't complain though. It is because of these Scandinavian genes that I normally have quite nice skin, red as it may be right now.
Now, this post would not be complete without the single most important topic of the day...Who will be the next American Idol? That is my best Ryan Seacrest impersonation. I plan on watching the entire show because my ex-television boyfriend, Mr. Clay Aiken, will be performing. For those who know me well, my love for Clay is no shock. I don't care if any of the other ghosts of Idol's past perform, just Clay. Then, the big moment when Ryan announces that Taylor Hicks won and Katharine will step aside with complete shock because it was supposed to be her moment...well, I hope I don't have to eat my words here. I think I like Taylor so much because he seems like the type of guy that would be awesome fun. He'd be the type to sing karaoke. He'd dance all night at a wedding dance. He'd always be willing to do drive by pranks. He'd never take himself too seriously. I haven't spoken to one person today or last night that said they voted for Katharine. Granted, I only spoke to Reddog and my mom.