Lang Fisher, you are magical.

Walking out the door to the Bangles "Hazy Shade of Winter" was one thing. Air drumming to Franz Ferdinand on the subway was liberating. Air-grinding to the RANDY "dontcha" song down 42nd Street was so fun, punching the air AT my desk to HEART was absurd, and now weeping as I type, WEEPING to the love song from "From Justin to Kelly," well, that's actually pretty normal for me. BEST. MORNING. EVER, FISHER!

P.S.Still my favorite album ever.
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