It's like a weekly ritual. Every Friday, I conquer my stomachs mumbles, grumbles, and occasional bumbles for so that I may take my lunch break one hour later than usual. It's an excruciating hour, to say the least. My life flashes before my eyes right before the clock hit's 1:00 pm, and then I hear his voice. It's like a life-sigh. It's so comforting and mellow, akwardly charming... ! I do try and convinse myself that it's the show-the subjects- that keep me coming back every week, and don't get me wrong, I adore the show but I think what really draws me is his voice. Do you know a voice like that?
Whenever I get a little bit sad...I just google photographs of Ira Glass.
by
Chelsey Barnes
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Sep 1, 2009 /
It's like a weekly ritual. Every Friday, I conquer my stomachs mumbles, grumbles, and occasional bumbles for so that I may take my lunch break one hour later than usual. It's an excruciating hour, to say the least. My life flashes before my eyes right before the clock hit's 1:00 pm, and then I hear his voice. It's like a life-sigh. It's so comforting and mellow, akwardly charming... ! I do try and convinse myself that it's the show-the subjects- that keep me coming back every week, and don't get me wrong, I adore the show but I think what really draws me is his voice. Do you know a voice like that?
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