My friend would always leave his car unlocked with the keys in the ignition. He always hoped his car would be gone when we got back to it, but no one wanted a 1983 Toyota Tercel with a rotted out floor and screaming alternator.Wednesday, November 18, 2009
please take my car
My friend would always leave his car unlocked with the keys in the ignition. He always hoped his car would be gone when we got back to it, but no one wanted a 1983 Toyota Tercel with a rotted out floor and screaming alternator.
Friday, November 13, 2009
highway to the dangerzone
There was a whole month where my friend only listened to the Top Gun soundtrack. I hated it at first, but then gave in to it's awesomeness...
Sunday, November 8, 2009
saliva and floor toms
I was in a band where we all indirectly made out with each other...photo by http://www.flickr.com/photos/w00kie/ / CC BY 2.0
Sunday, November 1, 2009
I saw a man on FIAH!
We always made sure to lock our seatbelts whenever my friend's mother gave us a ride somewhere. To her, it was more important to point in the direction of where she saw a man on fire than staying in her lane and away from the divider.photo by http://www.flickr.com/photos/cindystanford/ / CC BY-NC-SA 2.0
I go to bakeries all day long, there's a lack of sweetness in my life
We had huge crushes on artsy guys who earned a living doing medical studies. We'd listen to "Hospital" by The Modern Lovers again and again while being overly dramatic about loves that were never meant to be, so we fell in love with Jonathan Richman instead.photo by http://www.flickr.com/photos/ari/ / CC BY-NC-SA 2.0
life of chasing butterfly
My friend invited me to go see Madame Butterfly with her because she was obsessed with Weezer's Pinkerton album. After crying through most of the opera, we ran back to the car in the rain, talked about how it was the best opera ever, and how Rivers Cuomo looked super creepy with a beard.photo by http://www.flickr.com/photos/deniscollette/ / CC BY-NC-ND 2.0
girl talk 101
We'd spend our lunches in the hallway talking about how Robert Smith's sugar watered hair would smell really nasty and how we wouldn't care and love him anyways.
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