It's obvious I am in love with my new camera...well, 'love' really isn't the word, obsessed would be more accurate. Thursday night, after half-priced margaritas, that obsession caused me to take pictures of my roommate and I laughing on the floor (after I flashed her when she busted in while I was putting on my PJs). She bears a strong resemblance to Alfred Hitchcock in this one, don't you agree?
Ah, post margarita/T-bell drunkenness...
Oh yeah, and we were somewhat elated with the discovery that our hall light looks like a boob. Maturity = not something we strive for in our apartment.
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