and the history books forgot about us, and the bible didn't mention us.

not once.

had pizza with good ol' sam danner and some friends of his in north charleston yesterday, and must say, he hangs out with some pretty rad people. the combination of good conversation, fruit flavored beer, and dusk on main street was so relaxing, i could have stayed all night.

i can't believe marjorie is finally married. i thought it would never come, and now here i am a week later, with my wedding-day manicure all but chipped off and my bridesmaid dress still wadded up in the trunk of my car. post collegiate time is moving uncomfortably fast.

i saw the most awesome mugshots online just now--they're from the early days of photography, and instead of two separate pictures taken from the front and side, they are taken from the front with a mirror placed to the side of the person that captures the profile simultaneously. look them up, they are vaguely sentimental, and i have no idea why.

and since copyright and other various and sundry bullshit prevents me from posting those mugshots on my blog, i'll leave you with this one.