The Wrath of Dawn
Dance me to the end of love - Cohen at Glastonbury 08
Posted by WrathofDawn at 9:25 p.m.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
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I can't remember if I emailed you the link to the new blog. Of course, I don't remember if I put on pants most days, either. But this is important-er.
Pants? We're supposed to wear pants? GAH! I knew I'd forgotten something...
No you haven't emailed the the link. But since I hadn't asked for it, I wasn't disappointed. But I only hadn't asked for it because I thought you might say, "Who the heck is she?"
So I'll ask for it now? Plz? K! Tkz!
Check comments on former blog. Directions in side bar.
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PS - Um, hello. Ministry of Funny Walks is the Best. Ever. You're on my radar, lady. And...KABLOOEY.
Seriously? Wow. Thanks.
My fave of him, with "Susanne"... Thanks for the gift! :)
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