i've been spotty lately on posting, i know. sorry. it's my fault. or perhaps that of the chill or the lonely ceramic pig that eyes me down while i type. or maybe the music talking my brain out of moving. i haven't been writing as much, but i'm still collecting pictures. i'll try to at least post some pics when i'm on the lazy side.
also, lacrosse boys talking about "this writer whitman and 19th century shit" in the dining hall. proof that even jocks read.
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