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Lately I have been feeling like I am a 14 year old girl getting ready to begin puberty. I seem to cry at everything. I remember once watching an episode of "Who's the Boss?" where Angela and Sam get into a fight and then Ray Charles comes and sings a song and then everything is hunky dory again. Yep, I cried over that. Silly me.
Well, I just watched the season finale of Glee and I was a mess. I am not sure if it was really that emotional (hey, I am just like the rest of you gleeks and was rooting for them to win, plus Quinn having her baby=a big ball of megan mess) or if I am just embarking on a puberty crying cycle. I dunno. But, Glee was really really great!
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