Did anyone else happen to notice the severe irony in Jim Nantz guest appearing on a “How I Met Your Mother” episode about jinxes? Was that intentional? C’mon, it had to be.

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.

Although work depression has stripped away my enjoyment of just about everything, the one thing it can’t touch is American Idol (and Fringe, for that matter).

And since it’s the only thing I look forward to each week I was really disappointed with last night’s episode. What a bunch of bores. Yawn. It was movie song night and of five billion choices, two contestants chose Bryan Adams songs? Let me put on a pot of coffee… this is going to be a snoozer.

Thank goodness for Kris Allen. “Falling Slowly” is such an awesome song and his rendition was masterful. And I’m glad it came near the end because I needed to wake up from the bore-fest in time to catch “Fringe” (which was awesome, as usual).

Alison – Too low. And slow.
Anoop – Yawn.
Adam – Oh wow, he’s running around like a nut tonight. Yawn. Sure, he’s talented but do you really want to hear his screeching on Kiss 108? No, I didn’t think so.
Matt – Jesus, that was horrible.
Danny – Good but boring. C’mon, Danny. I expect more out of you.
Kris – I’m in love. Too bad he’ll probably go home tonight if Dial Idol is accurate.
Lil – What happened to her?! Oh my gawd, SO BORING!

I can’t sing to save my own life and I think I could have picked better songs. And if Idol wants to speed things up let only Simon speak. I love Paula Abdul but when she talks I want to shoot myself. And Kara, good Lord, is she obnoxious, or what?

Thankfully, “Fringe” saved my night. I hated Anna Torv at first but I’m now on her bandwagon. And I was glad that dude from Oz wasn’t killed off last night. I was also glad those animal rights activists got eaten since it was their fault the super creature was released.

Now I’m off to my dreadful job.

I don’t write about this nearly enough but CBS’s “How I Met Your Mother” is, by FAR, my favorite show on TV. It is the only show ever in the history of shows that will make me laugh out loud at least once during each and every episode. I just don’t understand why it doesn’t get more credit.

Anyway, last night’s episode discussed Murtaugh lists. Sgt. Murtaugh of Lethal Weapon fame was known for always saying, “I’m getting too old for this ’stuff’.” Ted created a list of stuff he believes he is now too old to do. Hence the Murtaugh List was born. It’s hilariously realistic because my boyfriend and I always find ourselves discussing things we think we are too old to do. Especially Ted’s #1, Ear-piercing, which Boyfriend and I just talked about two days ago. (BACKSTORY: My boyfriend’s Mass ID still has a very old photo of him with earrings and I said, “Babe, you REALLY need to update your photo. NO ONE wears earrings anymore…”)

So, after about three minutes of thought, I have compiled my very own Murtaugh List.

1. Jager shots. There was a time when I would order a Jager shot with each beer. On a normal night out, I’d regularly consume six or seven beers which also means I would ingest six or seven Jager shots. Alas, I am now too old for that “stuff”.

2. Sleeping on the floor.

3. Shopping at Forever 21. Or Wet Seal. Or Pacific Sunwear. Or Aeropostale. Or Hollister. *tear*

4. Sleeping less than seven hours a night. Any less and I am a cranky bitch.

5. Going the day without eating. There was a time when I would only eat as a means of not getting sick after a night of drinking. Can’t do that anymore.

6. Staying up past 3 a.m. This sort of goes hand-in-hand with #4.

7. Coloring my hair merely for a “change”. Now it’s to cover grays.

8. Not paying my bills on time because I don’t feel like it. I have a credit rating to worry about now. Damn it!

9. Tanning. I can’t give this one up altogether. I just have to keep it in moderation.

10. Wearing sneakers every day. Who am I kidding? I totally still do this.

Growing old sucks! Oh God, I sound like my dad.

I’m about to make a horribly shameful admission here on my website. Yes folks, I… watch… Oxygen’s… “Bad Girls Club.” Ah, it feels good to get that off my chest. Sure, I have probably killed off more brain cells in each hour I watch this show than in all eight of my 21+ years of barhopping but damn, after a stressful day of crappy job, the economy sucks, no football, so on and so forth, it’s nice to watch a bunch of vapid bimbos whine about who’s prettier and how much their boobs cost. Takes my mind of the miserable day-to-day grind, ya know?

The show is stupid and silly but there are moments when it becomes downright cringe-inducing and each and every one of those moments come whenever Whitney aka “Boston” opens her mouth with the phrase, “This is how we do it in Boston!”

Oh. My. God. Please. Shut. The. Hell. Up.

On tonight’s episode, Whitney and a fellow roommate beat up another helpless roommate. She then proclaimed, once again, that “this is how we do it in Boston.” Ugh.

I think I speak for all my sistahs when I say, no, that is NOT how we do it in Boston. Whitney most certainly does not speak for me.

To be fair, I’ve had my share of stupid girl fights, albeit I was 15-years-old at the time. But even at 15 I never fought with a girl who was so obviously weaker than me merely because she annoyed me. And, I would never announce that I “throw fists” after cameras for a national television show captured me pulling hair.

Also in tonight’s episode, Whitney stated that in Boston we don’t like Minnesota people. I’d like to publicly state that I love “Sota,” as K.G. affectionately calls it. Duluth, what what!!

Worst of all she’s from Lynnfield. Yes, THAT Lynnfield. LYNNFIELD?! I think the roughest neighborhood in Lynnfield is on the fifth hole at the golf course where all the Canadian Geese congregate. Most people I know from Lynnfield drive through my neighborhood with their windows rolled up and their car doors locked. I’m just saying. My mom lives in Lynnfield and one morning, my boyfriend and I were socioeconomically profiled in the local Dunkin Donuts. I kid not. It’s a funny story but I’ll save it for another post.

Thankfully, Whitney was thrown off the show and not a moment too soon because if I heard her spew “Boston” and “How We Do It” one more time, I was going to gouge my ear drums out with my knitting needles. Peace was restored and it will only take us a few months to live this embarrassment down. I’d love to see Whit Whit prance into my old bar in South Boston and start spouting off about “Boston”. Now, that would be entertainment.