Bravo, America

Last night, the citizens of this great country exercised their right to vote.

For Kris Allen, of course!


Even from the first auditions, Kris was modest and lovable. Adorable and talented. He has grown as an artist throughout the competition and really stood out these last few weeks as he continued to amaze. The finale was like a battle between good versus evil, clean versus dirty, Gators versus Seminoles, en fuego versus Cheetahs. (Sorry, that last one might be lost on most of you. But I can assure you the point is still there.) And good always wins.

But I knew Kris would win all along. We're BFFs. We go way back.

What?! You don't believe me?

Well, here's some proof:


Homecoming junior year.


Here I am congratulating Kris after a great show. NBD.


Just cooking in the kitchen. Notice the matching aprons.


Kris and I chilling backstage before one of his performances. I give the best pep talks.

Bravo, America. You chose the right man. Way to go, Kris!

Now, if you will excuse me, I'm awaiting my phone call from Kris any minute to invite me to all of the fabulous parties being held in LA in his honor as a token of his gratitude for my loyal friendship.