for my needy boyfriend.

dear american idol,

who do you think you are, exactly? where do you get off interrupting my life and turning me into one of “those people?” those people who like…read twilight and watch heroes and listen to taylor swift (but taylor, if you’re reading, i do kinda like you).

and you know what I’m talking about. i can be going along, enjoying my little life and doing the things that normal, productive people do, totally unaware of what i’m missing, and then january comes and you remind me of the huge gaping hole that i have worked so hard to fill with mid-week social events, my laundry and intelligent thoughts. you consume me. you’re the neediest boyfriend EVER.

and you knew just how to hook me in the first place. last year when i had mono, you comforted me on weeknights. i fell asleep to christy lee cook NEVER GOING HOME even though randy said “it was just a’ight for me, dawg.” i fell in love with david cook when he busted out “always be my baby” and couldn’t get enough of paula’s fabulous shoes and adorable headbands and pure crazy.

anyway, after you had given me companionship in my time of need, who am i to desert you now, when the critics are all saying you’ve passed your peak and that you’re on your way out? tell me, what good girlfriend would do that?? i would not. i owe you, american idol. you had me at david cook’s fab rendition of “hello.” well ok actually you had me way before that. i think i loved you before i knew you.

but i am a teeny bit mad at you, still.

xoxo
hollylynn