Horrified fascination.

So describes my reaction to the debut of Brittany and Kevin's reality show last night. I wasn't going to watch it until BFF mentioned it--at which point I felt almost obligated to swtich it on, as well (I care about my friends too much to make them watch sucky reality shows on their own). We reconvened at commericials to discuss the trainwreck that was "Chaotic." If you missed out on the big premiere--well, words just don't do it justice. I will, however, say this: for a good 6-minutes of the hour-long episode, we watched Brittany waiting for Kevin to get out of the shower. Having said that, I kept watching it long after the banality and self-absorbtion had felled my partner in crime--and sadly, I'm pretty sure I'll be watching in the upcoming weeks, too. At this point, I just want to see how much worse it can possibly get.

On the plus side, Bo ROCKED on American Idol. Who here didn't get chills when he chose to sing his second song a'capella? It was just Bo on a darkened stage, illuminated only by a single spotlight--and, of course, the Internal Glow of Hotness that just radiates off of him. (Seriously, he just gets sexier every week.)