pg 48

December 6, 2008, 8:40 pm
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me and angela have only danced twice, both times  my grandma was watching, washing down arrowroot after (black licorice) root with diet gingerale. during, neither one of us were really talking, though that could’ve been on account of the warm afghans. wherever angela landsbury pops up so does my grandma. until now.  dude in toronto has a weekly (and has for sometime, i’m just out of every loop) that’s been filling in the house cracks something special. and what better way to start up a blag than with a basket of new music!