I will elaborate when it becomes funny. *sniffle*

American Idol kicked off the Russian kid that I liked. Now I have to like the hippie guy. Or maybe I shouldn't like him, that way he'll have a chance. Because it really comes down to the universe finding out what I like and taking that away, don't you know. Fat Frog ice cream pops, for instance. Alternative Rock radio in New York, non-psuedoephedrine allergy medication, Steinwurtzel pants, all gone. Maybe radio plays a Green Day song here and there, but that hardly makes up for the rest.

There are commercials playing on my radio. So sad.

I will elaborate when it becomes funny. *sniffle*