Thursday, May 21, 2009


Amber: My bike molesting Morgan's bike. 

Ben: I couldn't help but stay in bed for a day I could, and that was fine because nothing else had any importance that I knew. I laid there, sat up kind of and breathed a bit; there wasn't much that I would want to talk about or bring up, but there was something, I laid a bit and saw how much or thought how much it was and is wonderful to think to myself.

Morgan: It took Amber and I way longer than it should have to lock our bikes together before making the short walk to Belle Isle.
Happy Burfday Amber!

Rachel: Notes, orange juice, and dayquill. I hate being sick.

1 comment:

sametime104 said...

rachel, that looks like beer, you beer drinker, and that is great.