If you answered 'no' to the question of this post, then I will have to ask you to refrain from judging me. Don't judge me because I have a got britney spears? decal on my car. Don't judge me because I have a random vacuum cleaner in my backseat. Don't judge me because I am making a pointless blog, because I am kind of addicted. Don't judge me that I will post this on facebook, twitter and the bulletin boards in 3 Wal-Marts in the surrounding area. Don't judge me because I have my iPod on shuffle and I am currently listening to a holiday classic by Kansas native Martina McBride. Hark the herald angels sing, indeed. (what's a herald angel, anyway??) And if your name IS Paula Abdul, I have this to say: Don't judge me, because even though I was once forever your gay, and I LOVED the Under My Spell Tour I saw in Kansas City when I was 15, I also watched your reality show. I saw you on HEY, PAULA! and I think you have an ugly heart that you masked with Diet Coke on American Idol. I don't miss you and I think there's a reason you can't get a hit single again. the end.
