Oh Anais.
Audra & Vaughn show us the meaning of unconditional love.
Oh the anticipation...
Nico...and Brynn--his teammate. JK. Rowling. (ohmigod I'm sorry)
Seriously.
I thought this was a really Parsons art hag-esque photo at the time of its conception, but don't feel bad if you're nonplussed.
Daffy Duck?
Claude Debussy?
Kristen Cavallari
Emily's too sexy for this game.
One more time...
Only one photo of me! See I'm overcoming my insane vanity, I swear.
Yosemite Sam?
Kind of a visual representation of our friendship.
And again.
Went to Lit for a second--or maybe three hours. Who's counting?
Right after this, Bill yelled at me, no more photos! OK Mr Photographer. Oh and then he went on this long diatribe about how he and his crew are the coolest people in the city, no doubt and like, totally exclusive. I mean, yeah I definitely find that a lot of members of that so-called 'scene' are pretty rad people, but don't worry I'm not exactly on my hands and knees begging for an induction and lifetime membership...and what elite social sect are we even talking about here? Are you changing the world as we know it? Saving lives? Curing AIDS? No, what's that? You're an iPod regular at Beatrice? Sweet.
