Sunday, July 29, 2007

Snapple, Clogged Toilets, College Speak, and Those Cookies That are Already Soft.

I will hand out no remorse for the girls who spent this weekend laying on the dock without sunscreen. I can't understand how sun triggers endorphins, mostly because every time I have bare skin in plain sight of the rays, I imagine all my pores making sad faces.
The weekend was otherwise filled with eating, lounging, vocalizing the potential to do something other than eat and lounge, comedy, Imaginiff*, and what this particular group does best- talk. Most of the time conversation never aims at any particular goal, answer or conclusion but is somehow quite fulfilling. Especially when we all unintentionally bring the same three t shirts.

*This is a board game that Sister bought me that is a complete excuse to judge any eight people you know guilt free. She knows me well.

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