HEAR YE, HEAR YE

The sound on my computer has been broken for the last week or so and it has made me really appreciate my sense of hearing. If I couldn't hear I would have missed out on hearing the free donut chant and dance my nephews and niece did after I gave them their Krispy Kreme valentines (check em out here),


our roommate Danny Wilson play at an amazing birthday party with his band Moneypenny,



mingling with new friends and mixed tapes and masterpieces up in the Cottonwood Heights,



Walking into the airport at the same speed as the guy next to me who was on the moving sidewalk while the Bryan Adams song Everything I Do, I Do it For You was playing elevator style wondering if this meant he was my soulmate. Then realizing that whole scenerio was ridiculously disgusting.