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jef

laura

adam

stacey

so it's pretty close to four am. earlier on today i was starving so i overcooked some pasta and mixed it up with a can of mushroom soup, which was pretty good for the first three bites and then it started to taste like paste. i ate a big salty bowl of it anyways. i made adam a bowl of it too and he ate about half of it, which is when i started talking about the paste part. anyways, i just got home and that half bowl was here. put some ketchup on it and it tastes great. in that congeally sort of way. the way kraft dinner is great. i really like ketchup. my stomach is making the weirdest noises now i swear. the gas. oh the gas.

anyways the point is i did that google image search thing for jef, laura, adam, and myself. i tried to do it before but nothing would show up for jef. jeffs aplenty. no jef. the point of these pictures is not to choose the funniest or weirdest picture of all, but to find a picture of yourself, of what you might have become in a parallel universe. you're kinda supposed to stop in existential wonder and think something like, "what, nay who, would i, laura dawe, be, if i were born, or became, a gentle-looking black woman in a yellow t-shirt?"
pretty deep huh?