Oh sophomore year in 15 West. That year was a batter of confusion and frautration within the limits of the bowl of required courses. It had yet to let my mind bake freely in the oven of illustration. It was a terrific experience, getting ready to be a full cookie of a professional. I had fun, especially with Kate and Sarah, my roommates. Living with them was like living in a SNL skit. Was that good? I think so.
Let Kate soar the sky with her gas...
Sarah's an ideal Poppye.
Nice arse. Now she has a nicer arse. So jelly.
This didn't actually happen.
Rosebud <3
I'm sure she forgot.
I miss them a whole bunch now that I don't live with them (and they still live together) but I'm glad I'm not living with them. No one wants a third wheel except for Thai Motorcycles.