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A picture of John that really doesn't look much like him.
My feet!!!
My dream computer.
I'm crushing John's heeeeeead.
I've gone on a rampage! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
This witch just appeared on the chalkboard one day. Note her lymph problem in right foot.
The epitome of boredom.
Laarni's feet!
One of Laarni's romance books caught in the act.
hair.
Dying rose out of focus.
My and Laarni's feet having a nice afternoon conversation. (No, I don't have a sick obsession with feet, they're just easier to photograph ^_^)
John and Laarni's fridge. Laarni likes pictures a bit too much.
Looking out of the door's peephole.
Pot with a strange egg in it.
Here are some pictures from Jessica's birthday party awhile ago.
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| Look Ma! |
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| My true colors shine |
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| I prefer this one m'self. |
Here are some Halloween '03 pictures for all you lovely people.
| The Lineup |
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| (left to right) Sara, Emily, Me, Jessica, Merrissa |
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| We laugh. |
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| Already the picture nazi gets to us. |
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| I protect Emily from the camera she so fears. |
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| We plot Sara's doom, unaware of her presence |
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| A wave of terror flashes over Sara's face. |
| She casually tries to escape. Big mistake, Sara. |
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| "I wasn't leaving." |
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| She nervously walks off the "accident." None of us ever spoke of it again. |
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| A little pumpkin we like to call Fred. |
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| Before the martinis. |
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| After the martinis. |
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| Merrissa was a little tipsy from the start. |
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| The man behind the camera. |
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| awwwww |
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| Cute trick-or-treater. |
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| Clearly this child understands my woosh koosh vision. |
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| We gather to touch the monolith. |
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| It brings us joy. |
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| Too much champagna |
And then the pumpkin game began...
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| I love the boot. |
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| I took the game quite seriously. |
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| Merrissa wills the pumpkin to her. |
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| the pumpkin levitates. |
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| We can't seem to decide whether I'm shuffling invisible cards or petting an invisible bunny. |
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| Merrissa lectures Jessica on the finer points of the game. |
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| Emily looks funny. |
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| Merrissa looks at the pumpkin suspiciously. |
As the game progressed, the aggression grew stronger. Some of us, ironically the most aggressive of the players, hid in fright as the bruises increased.
But mostly it was fun.
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| Join usss. |
| But none of this should be taken too lightly. |
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| In our mirth we failed to see the tragedy before us. There had been a fatality. (see her foot?) |
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| We grieved (see my sad face?) as Jessica slowly came closer and closer to the light. |
| But grief turned quickly into anger and hostility. |
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| We needed someon to blame and soon, haunted by an image of our departed friend, we prepared to duel. |
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| Jessica's ghost, ever the pacifist, tried to convince us she was still alive. |
| But we weren't going to fall for that. |
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| We drew our swords as the helpless apparition looked on. |
| I suffered a humiliating defeat. |
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| I think Jessica's ghost was just happy it was over. |
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| Soon we all made up and the festivities continued. |
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| Merrissa even knighted me for my commendable efforts. |
| Later we grieved the death of a spider I smashed. |
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| Jessica's ghost was happy to get some company. |
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