Guess Where You're Going...

Home. He, he.

In all honestly, this news is the only highlight of this whole damn season as far as I'm concerned.

They spent way too much of this show talking about the REAL TALENT they have lined up for future episodes hoping that we would forget how mediocre the talent is this year. Nice soft shoe Ryan. Yawn.

Oh yay - the group sing. I am SO glad they didn't abandon that tradition. THIS is definitely the best part of every season. And if you think I am serious, stop reading right now and forget my blog exists, cause this is DEFINITELY not for you. And frankly, I don't like you very much.

And now Fantasia who I fondly refer to as the ghetto girl's Macy Grey. And doesn't she look as
fabulously trashy as ever. Yeah, yeah she can sing, I guess. But I just don't get it. Good it's over now cause I was running out of nice things to say and making fun of hard working single moms guarantees a person a special spot in hell I'm sure.

And so onto the results.

So Long, Farewell, Auld Wiedersehen, Good Bye (suckas)
Paul (shock and awe. not.)
Amy (man this show is CRUEL, heh, heh...)
Nicole (who? man, that's becoming a running theme for me)
Rudy (apparently America also figured out what that bulls eye was for)