No words

I am compelled to write about the sad and increasingly scary Paula Abdul. I am wondering why there has been no formal intervention for this poor soul who continuously shows up to work clearly high and/or ripped. This sad sack cannot even manage a simple declarative sentence, and yet the room hushes in anticipation of her strange and convoluted responses! I mean, I wanted to bury my head and skulk out of my own living room just to avoid being my own witness to this disastrous gal. Then I asked myself the question..."why". Why is she employed? Who made that executive decision? Is it because of her extreme talent and the huge success of that one song she sang once? Is this evidence of her capacity to find the next "big" thing? I think not. I feel for these poor little Idols who just want to hear..."good job" or "you suck" rather than PA's dribbling diatribe bordering insanity.

Paula, please go home and get help.

Perhaps I could cease watching this train-wreck and read one of the 15 books I have stacked up waiting for me. I don't know why I'm so resistant to doing things I actually enjoy instead of opting for the cringe-factor, which stresses me out...not sure about this one. I think I'll google it and see if I can diagnose.

Be back with an answer soon....