In a shocking twist of events, yesterday afternoon my dad asked me to make him a Facebook profile. I’m not quite sure where he learned of the wonders of Facebook, but I obliged and in 15 minutes *abracadabra* my dad had his very first social networking profile.

Worst of all, I think he already has more friends than me. ‘Doh!

Yep, I voted for American Idol’s Kris Allen last night (122 times). I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been swooning over Kris since his original performance of “Ain’t No Sunshine” and I’ve been hooked like a meth-head since his rendition of “Falling Slowly.”

We’re a divided household. My dad is a strict Adam Lambert-phile. I couldn’t be any less. And it’s not that I think Adam is not talented. He is, by a mile, one of the most talented vocalists ever to grace Idol’s stage. But then again, he also has professional stage experience. And he sounds like he should be the new frontman for Ratt.

Previous Idol contestants who have really put on some great performances: Blake Lewis, Taylor Hicks… did anyone buy their albums? No.

When I come home from work tonight (technically early tomorrow morning) and I throw American Idol on the tube instead of going to bed, I better see Kris Allen win. No one wants to see me really pissed off after a horrendous 16-hour shift at the office. No one.

Well, last night sucked royally. Three professional sports teams, three spectacular losses and I know exactly what was the cause for such profound failure. All complaints may be addressed to my boyfriend because he did the UNTHINKABLE yesterday. While out picking up a few things at the store, he noticed a very nice sweatshirt in a bargain bin and he just couldn’t resist the ridiculous price ($3). The only problem – it’s not just any sweatshirt, it’s a Super Bowl *gasp* 42 sweatshirt.

He purchased a sweatshirt which is commemorating the worst night of my sports-loving life. AND HE BROUGHT IT INTO MY HOUSE! INTO MY BEDROOM! Do you know how much bad sports karma he unleashed?! (Because we all know my apartment is the epicenter of the universe so what is brought into it must have a drastic effect upon sporting events.) By the way, are there any New York Giants fans out there who would like a brand-new Super Bowl 42 sweatshirt? $50 or best offer.

The Celtics and Red Sox losses are easier to handle but that Bruins loss in overtime sucked the life out of me. Tim Thomas was making acrobatic saves, jumping all over the place and a stupid, little bleepy got past him. That’s how it always happens. I think it’d be easier to handle if he hadn’t played the game of his life and if the goal was an impressive shot from anyone other than that ugly muck Walker.

Nothing to me will ever, EVER feel worse than how I felt on that fateful evening in February of 2008 – but last night was close and I feel for the diehard Bruins fans today. In time, Bruins fans, that pain will go away. It won’t be forgotten though. Not a day goes by when I don’t think to myself, “Gee golly (because that’s how I talk to myself in my head), if only Adalius Thomas would have just grabbed Eli. If only Asante could hold that ONE FUCKING INTERCEPTION!!! If only Rodney Harrison… Oh fuck this, I’m going to sleep.”

Bruins force a Game 7 with Carolina.

It’s exciting to care about hockey again. It reminds me of how much I missed it. There was a time, you know, when my family was all about hockey. Not so much the Bruins but hockey in general.

My cousin played in college, leading his team to the Div. 3 NCAA Frozen Four in Wisconsin. We were there but I’ll save the story of how the people in Wisconsin were astonishingly rude to us for another day. And you thought Massholes were bad…. as if.

At long last, my 500th college semester (technically my ninth, but who’s counting) is over and my final paper has been completed and emailed. *Satisfied sigh*

With all that work behind me for a few months, and with it being a beautiful, sunny day and all three Boston sports teams earning a victory last night, one would think today was a joyous day in Angela-land. Quite the contrary, my friends.

Something horrible has happened. Something so terrible, I don’t know how I’m going to function from now on… the Dunkin Donuts across the street from my office has closed (for the week). And this isn’t just any Dunkin Donuts, it’s the best damn Dunkin Donuts lost in a sea of crappy Dunkin Donuts where the coffee is ALWAYS fresh and my bagel is always toasted exactly to my specifications (which is surprisingly difficult for many other Dunkin Donuts employees).

And don’t for a minute tell me a Dunkin Donuts is a Dunkin Donuts is a Dunkin Donuts. Only someone from another region of the country who only has one DD within 50 miles would say something so ludicrous. On average, many Dunkin Donuts serve coffee so bitter I want to gag upon each sip. They serve bagels so stale they could be mistaken for hockey pucks. Their employees are either completely stupid or so apathetic about their jobs that no matter what you order, they will screw it up.

Not at my Dunkin Donuts. NEVER at MY Dunkin Donuts.

Now, because of, I’m assuming, some corporate decree that all franchisees must renovate perfectly fine buildings, I must endure a FULL WEEK without my Dunkin Donuts! Don’t they realize I’m going to starve to death!

This morning, I attempted to get my breakfast from another Dunkin Donuts. My bagel, which I requested to be burnt (that’s how I like it, damn it), was anything but. In fact, I don’t think the thing even saw a toaster. It was ice cold by the time I got to my office. My coffee tasted as if it had been brewed last night. AND… AAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNDDDDDDDD I paid more for it than at my beloved DD. *tear*

I don’t know how I am going to survive this week.