Mistress Tiffany, the Sadist

 Rated 14+ with MC-S and L for links that lead to subjects of a sexual nature, and some coarse language

To be honest, I don't know what the following has to do with Mistress Tiffany and her sadist ways. She wraps it up and flagellates like nobody's business. But just read it. You'll find it interesting. It has Al Pacino in it. And jockstraps. And fists.

The Princeton Blues

Every student dreams of graduating from school. Leaving those who he/she dislikes/hates behind and starting a new era of their life with new people and new chances. Going on to university and finding out what the real world really is like. I thought about this for a few minutes earlier this weekend.

Responsibility

"...Please take the time to read the letter. I had [her] helping me, although she herself was reluctant to let me write the letter in the first place... But as I came to the mentality to do it anyway, she agreed to help and she will be delivering the letter to you herself, since my e-mail would be ignored and otherwise deleted. I also thought of writing it by hand and sending it to you physically, my mind on putting a lot of thoughtfulness behind it, but I decided not to, on the basis that it might be found a bit too creepy (hopefully not a stupid reason looking back now)..."

High School News VIII

This is the summer's first HSN publication. I hope you enjoy and are a little bit more informed. 

A Poem for HoJoKo

In September 2011, I marked the One Year Anniversary of the feud with a somewhat sleep-tinged post. I wrote this back in September after staying up all night and then trying to correct my sleep cycle by trying to fall asleep past five. Well, that didn't happen and I wrote this twice. The I accidentally unplugged my computer after I had finished the first one without realizing it was saved. I then re-wrote it. 

After a few hours, I recalled the post. But now, as part of The Remembrance Week, here is the archival post: A Poem for HoJoKo.

The Graduate

I was awaken by my dad. He said, "Son, take down the recycling." I groggily got out of bed. The clock registered 7.25 AM. Plenty of time. Because of a performance the night before, I couldn't walk. I dragged my right leg behind me as I headed towards the kitchen and out the back door. It was warm, and I could feel the humidity in the air.

"Christ it's hot," I murmured with an eye closed.

Observances & Accidents

Let me see if you have ever experienced this. You're talking with your friend or family member. You're having a nice chat, and then some stranger who knows your friend/family member comes up and interrupts your conversation with them. If you haven't, then you're missing out. If you have, it sucks balls.

The Preceding Events

This week on the ESF is dedicated to remembering a part of this blog. After this next Saturday, I'll never see The Archenemy again. Both him and I are graduating from school and since we're going to attend different universities next year, there will be no interaction ever. Maybe in ten years... we'll give each other dirty looks.

The Last Time & Once More

About two weeks ago Monday, it was a very normal day. It was the day before final exams were slated to begin and business as usual before the school year ended. As I was walking to my sixth class, I walked up my usual staircase as I had been doing since August 2011.

Shaving Ryan

When I set my mind on something, I try as hard as possible to do it. And while washing dishes yesterday evening, I was hearing porn titles and this one came up. I think my mind is always in the gutter. At least on weekends, anyway.