almost a love song

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I choose my company by the beating of their hearts.

aimee
birk
cait
laura
matt
molly

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wondermark
xkcd

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Thursday, September 17, 2009

nerdlust

we talk about wind farms, pretend to be radiologists, look at turtles. spend 20 minutes watching the perpetual motion machine, and hold hands in the omni theatre. at home he explains my semiautomatic transmission and buys me ice cream.

ash @ 12:00 PM