Okay, I'm having some fun this morning scanning old photos from my semester in London for the reunion. Attached are a few of the ones that crack me up. (Excuse the poor quality of the photos...these were all in scrapbooks I made when I was 20 -- and included phrases I cut out of magazines, and inside jokes that don't seem so funny anymore.)


4 comments:
I feel like Richard Butler. On acid.
Richard Butler?
psychedlic furs. duh.
I suck. And also Love Spit Love, which I claimed to like at some point. In my poseur way of pretending that I actually KNEW anything about the band.
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