Served.

The new steed is almost running. Didn't have the color I wanted. Chose blue on a whim. Hated it. Now I am starting to like it again. Fickle.


Me: "Is there any way to quiet this up a little? Change the feed rate, maybe?"
Dad: "Son, this is a machine shop. Not a library."

Katie, you made a soccer club-team at Texas A&M! Could not be more psyched! Not because you're going to be the next Mia Hamm. Not because you wouldn't have survived had you not made it. I'm overjoyed because I know it will make you an even happier person than you already are. And that's all that freaking matters. Enjoy it, balance your time, and know that your family has got your back.

Used a possibly-embarrassing photo of your high school volleyball banner, hanging forever- with pride- in the Fuchs family garage. Whatever, shit is dope. Wish I was on a banner...

F.L.4.L.

...come and lay your bones on the alabaster stones...

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 He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activities in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they'd have no heart to start at all.

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