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takin' a beating from nicole, right after i moved to brea. that's what i get for moving away from my best friend. |
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it seems that almost every time nicole comes over, we dye our hair. sometimes red, sometimes blue and green, sometimes red and blue and green... purple, once. but it's always pretty lame.. we don't bleach or anything, so it just comes out looking real funky. the only one i've ever really liked was red, and this is how it looked. i think the picture makes it a tad bit pinker than it was. i would never dye my hair pink. |
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us and our lizard, dammit. we let him go after this picture. |
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nicole and all our stuff. that's what happens to my room when we're forced to spend more than twenty minutes in it together. |
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nicole's eyes. she says they're shit brown, but i disagree. the thumbnail's bigger than the real picture, but click it so she doesn't look like an owl. |
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that's her with harry. |
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bread, pasta, and long underwear. |
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dance dance dance to the radio. |
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guess why she was trying to eat my rat. go on, guess. |
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just like the file name says... we actually went to blockbuster dressed like that. freshmen are nutty. |
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at the top of our staircase. |
