This week was a little ho-hum for me. None of the performances really stood out as either horrific or sublime. Dolly is a hoot, though, isn't she?
Brooke: Not your best, but you're still my favorite of the women. I'm waiting for you to get in touch with me on Facebook . . .
David C.: Also not your best, but the haircut is such an improvement. Wow!
Ramiele: Snooze. And shortalls? Shortalls? With gold stiletto boots? I know that I've documented my lack of fashion sense, but really: Who dresses you? Bottom three for you.
Syesha: Sitting on the piano was really, really cheesy. Another snoozer for me. Possible bottom three.
David A.: I cannot stop loving you, but I'm starting to feel like you're a one trick pony. The sentimental, heartfelt ballad is a genre you do well, but is that enough? Still, if I were a teenage girl, I'd totally want to go to prom with you.
Jason: The pants were marginally less tight this week. I think the reason I like you so much is that every week you take me back to my college coffeehouse days, and those are days I remember fondly.
Kristy Lee: This is your genre and you did it well, which annoys me because you really aren't very good and yet I think we'll be seeing you again next week.
Carly: You kept the scary pop eyes under control, which I appreciated. I've already forgotten what you sang, though. Guess I didn't like it very much.
Michael: Best of the night, and best-looking, too. Yum, yum, yum.