Monday, March 30, 2009


Amber: Every changing familiarity.

Ben: These volumes of camouflaged entertained the coverings of blue and black, towering a bit too dauntingly, and stuck a bit in the creases of parchment giving way to skimming and passing.

Morgan: Something really didn't wont me to give blood today. First, my heart rate was too high, then my blood levels form my finger prick were too low, then the computer shut down haft way through the questionnaire. But one more heart rate read, another finger pick and a new power cord later, I was giving blood for the first time.

Rachel: Leaving Dillard's house after learning that Nate's tacos are in no way sketch.

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