In case you didn't know, my boyfriend, Michael Johns, of American Idol, voted off. Partially my fault since I didn't call in to vote for him.
Shocked. Utterly. You should have seen me with my mouth gaping open. Stunned.
Mr. Manic said, "How are you holding up over there mama?"
Not good. Not good at all.
My poor, poor Michael.
Mr. Manic just asked if I was crying and told the kids to come comfort me telling them "her crush got voted off."
Season's over for me. Boycott.
Mr. Manic and I are in the office and I said, "Well, I guess I won't be watching anymore. It's OK though, it's just like if you were watching your favorite basketball team in the Final Four and they lose."
And Mr. Manic said, "Yeah, but I don't want to fuck my favorite team."