Sunday, July 26, 2009


Amber: sometimes I automatically type my pass words, not sometimes all the time.

Ben: While traversing aisle to aisle, pontification upon various subjects, ideas, and concepts I stopped, tied the shoe that had come untied and found him; and it was he who seemed the most alone.

Morgan: Continuing to pack our apartment even though it was a miserable 88 degrees inside our rooms.

Rachel: Spinning around in my desk chair waiting for my laundry to dry.

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