A toast to Quentin Tarantino
Monica, the girl in every picture
Meghan and Monica's death wish
A ten-minute study break with Shakespeare and Oscar Wilde
I'm running off to work now. Ciao, my loves!
I'm running off to work now. Ciao, my loves!
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Buh-buh-bangs? I am agog. Bangs. I never pictured you with bangs. Just...bangs on schmeezy. Bangarang. Bang-bang-boom. Kiss-kiss bang-bang. Bangladesh. Boomerbang. Bang to rights. If you say bang long enough, the word makes no sense. I'm going to have to lie down and contemplate Louise's bangaliciousness for a while.
wow.
Lou
Ypsi
spring
(at least, that special dirty kind of spring that you can only find so poignantly IN Ypsi.)
and AVE PEOPLE!
I approve. And agree with Angel, except I saw the bangs in January. (and they still remind me a little of Faith!)
when are you coming, LOU???
I left out the picture of me naked in Shoprite.
you never think that people can live and change without you. Well, at least that's what I thought in my own little world. Didn't you all get the memo? Life is supposed to freeze until I'm there to enjoy it.
Ave peeps! I miss you!
lou, I like the hair, but it definitely takes some getting used to.
ange, the word 'bang' never did make any sense. especially not when you're trying to explain it to a romanian.
yeah for Spring break and pictures!!! lou, i miss you! when are you going to take over our room again?
Tonight. MWA HA HA HA!
Where is Weez? It has been two spring break days without you! Gah! I promise I'm not "on-duty" anymore.
You're right, Thom!!! I think I'll have to buy Chris those boxers. They looked great.
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