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8:45 p.m. - 2010-05-24
eightyseven
speaking of dancing, i think i might have understated how bad at dancing i am. sometimes i dance to my dog, i mean if i am doing the dishes or there is a song on the tele he is kind of my only audience. he gets this sort of disenchanted look on his mug, watches my feet, looks up into my face sort of confused and leaps at me, crying, until i stop. he appears to find irish jigs most unbearable. [robert johnson :: rambling on my mind]
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