Monday, December 8, 2008

Sixty-Seven, fulfillment

Yup. Cameras an asshole. Moving on.

AWOTD: Hydroruminate : To think, like, mega hard about drinking something.

Notes: Carina: So high on life. Dylan's life may be in danger, and as usual, i'm not entirely sure he's aware. Ian won the race against Molly to shut lights off. Maggie was a european spy, someone get her zee microfeelm. Unconcerned with how the world views his alternate lifestyle choice, Casey owns a trifold wallet. Caity recounted her time at FIT. Sam got into about 90 colleges, and he got an iPod touch, and his brother got a stupid haircut. Dylan wants more...black...food. There was no pudding. It was a puddingless day. Bob did her part to cheer us up by eating her sandwich vertically. And Sly...what can we say about Sly?

6 comments:

James said...

The pudding is a lie, and also it was not my fault, you saw my dedication. i ran back.

ablyclam

alibi clam!

that just rules

Anonymous said...

HIGH ON LIFEEEE.
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maggie said...

next time you walk into an italian bistro, watch out. i'll be there, GUNS ABLAZING

unwinesu: UN-WINE YOURSELF, SUE, YOU ARE DRUNK AS HEEELL, GIRL

Alicia Verity said...

oh, you forgot about the part where boys were stupid after school and BROKE MY HEART AGAIN. therefore i cannot find love and those around me cant find love either. harumph.

Gandry said...

Its true. If you've ever shared air with Alicia, you won't find love. Its a scientific fact.

James said...

gross...