Sap

Due to the fact that Glen Beck openly cried on live television today, I felt compelled see his sap and raise him one. Cue romantic ballad... possibly something by Whitney Houston or the likes... that or Chariots of Fire. Because here is the part of the day where I ponder the thought that there was once a time in my life where I was not attached at the hip to freddie prince jr. What did i do? Who did I bother? What did i think about? In the beginning, I completely intended to remain a strong, independant woman... and probably break your heart. So much for my intentions. I am spellbound by your every move. I am a puddle. You are my world.