Tuesday, July 31, 2012

I never feel like garbage when I'm with you

Plans for a hearty upstate hike were sabotaged by incessant rain. Having prepped myself for the prospect of injury, sunburn, or combination of the two, I found myself with a vast appetite for passing the hours with a quiet book. Which means I've got an equally vast appetite built up for a virtual dance party. And more Sparks antics. Which means the Giorgio Moroder-era of their career is called for.

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