What a freak.

Uncomfortable.

Please stand by for more Wholesale Carpet.

Chris contemplates Halloween.

Too many hugs.

Carrot Preparation.

Attack!

I've seen them.

It finally happened...

I got hit by a biker, though only slightly. We very slowly collided outside the commons while I was on my way to class; his handlebar made some serious contact with my wrist. He said sorry, I mumbled incoherently, and he rode off into the world, seemingly unaffected. I was lost, alone, and without a bike.



I continued walking to class with the same large crowd that seconds earlier watched me get hit by a bike.

Hot Pizza.