I am in a constant love-hate-love battle with the one known as The Boss. I have given into the fact that when I hear his music (older) I can't help but love it. But, I have been able to hold that while I enjoy his music "I still hate that guy" (I say this to M all the time when he feels it necessary to point out my seeming love for The Boss.) Which brings me to now. Well, the Super Bowl half time show...
Confession Time:
Could it be? Am I... attracted to that old man from New Jersey? I think so. Perhaps it's something about his oversized soul-patch? Hmmmm......
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