Need a pen, find a pen.

I love it when things work out like this. I forgot my highlighter at lunch, wanted to underline a passage in a book; i had this feeling that if i just looked around, I'd find a pen of some sort. I got up, looked around, found nothing, went back to my seat and realized somebody else had taken it, so I sat at this different bench, looked to my left, and there was a pen just in the cracks. It's just how the world works.

I understand maybe half, but it's fun

From what I understand, the author's basically speaking of how we relate with the world. When young, we may consider everything a You; later on, we start to categorize more and more as an It; at a point, we may see our I as another You, to be listened to or ordered around. After a while, that You may itself become another It, as the more our culture seems to develop, the more we lose this sense of a world full of Yous, and categorize more and more (even to the point of categorizing our selves) as an It.

Calm before the crowd

On way to rampart res.

Face

Zebulon's peak

Spyder face

View of 16th street

One of the bedrooms

Living room

Our new kitchen

Dmb

Panarama

Port o potty row

Flogging molly!

Those are all people

Chill tent

Like darfur or something

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To dicks sporting goods arena!

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Mike's fashion

Bus driver vs construction worker

Construction guy called bus driver an idiot, and it was on! Much yelling ensued

Finale : the whore off!

Waiting in line

Church dance off

Down in only about an hour

Man stuck on a lift

Been there for 10+ minutes, just keeps pushing that button