I Foil My Own Plots
Fuck.
Despite all of my anti-romance, love, relationship proclamations I am much more of a romantic than I like to admit.
I'm half watching American Idol while working on an assignment for my Blake class, and a man named Sherman Pore, in his sixties, petitioned to audition. His wife of twenty years was diagnosed recently with cancer and she dedicated herself to the petition so it was a way for him to help her distract herself from her illness.
She died two days before his audition, but he went and sang the song "You Belong to Me" in front of the judges. It was incredibly sad and sweet.
I just fucking cried like a baby.
See the pyramids around the Nile
Watch the sun rise
From the tropic isle
Just remember darling
All the while
You belong to me
See the market place
In old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
Just remember
When a dream appears
You belong to me
Despite all of my anti-romance, love, relationship proclamations I am much more of a romantic than I like to admit.
I'm half watching American Idol while working on an assignment for my Blake class, and a man named Sherman Pore, in his sixties, petitioned to audition. His wife of twenty years was diagnosed recently with cancer and she dedicated herself to the petition so it was a way for him to help her distract herself from her illness.
She died two days before his audition, but he went and sang the song "You Belong to Me" in front of the judges. It was incredibly sad and sweet.
I just fucking cried like a baby.
See the pyramids around the Nile
Watch the sun rise
From the tropic isle
Just remember darling
All the while
You belong to me
See the market place
In old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
Just remember
When a dream appears
You belong to me