Tuesday, March 4, 2008
I've had the pleasure of meeting Miss Gillian Grassie in person, and I have to admit that she is quite entrancing.
It's actually kinda a funny story. I woke up one morning to hear a small gaggle of bubbling spanish girls in my kitchen. Since I was hung-over, and it was extremely early on a Sunday, I rolled out of bed, threw on some clothes, and suavely stumbled out of my bedroom.
"I lurgle blurgle mumble mumble stutter mumble uh um!"
(translation: 'I love the sound of spanish girlsin the morning!')
A collective cheer rose up amongst the assembled ladies, for they are all colleagues of my Spanish (as in Spain) roommate, and I am well like. Most of them came over, and gave me hugs. I smelled like sweat, stale beer, and sleep, but they didn't seem to mind.
And then I saw it: There was a fucking harp in my kitchen. It was as beautiful as I was speechless.
. . .and then Gillian walked in. I found out that my roommate was shooting a music video for her, and here she was, in my kitchen. She gave me a hug, and didn't mind how I smelled, either.
She's as lovely as she is talented, and be sure to check out her website:
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