I’m moving to http://coupegorge.tumblr.com
Actually, you may have noticed that I moved a while ago already.
I am not defined by lawschool and now that I am done with it I needed a new place to express myself. Fuck the lawblr, fuck spending hundreds of posts in a tagged shell and limiting myself to the perspective of a lawstudent. The new blog is much more personal, much more genuine and less anonymous.
See you there
Oh well… The raging debate amongst my peers right now is whether or not to keep the annual “Best Tits of the Faculty” and “Best Ass of the Faculty” prizes where you vote for a shortlisted candidate…
I am not sure why or how people would keep defending it.
Best intervention in this so-called debate yet : a female graduate from 1989 mentioning that the same contest existed then.
Those people… sometimes I don’t even know…
Reblog this if you pronounce “.gif” as “GIF.”
WE SHALL SEE WHICH ONE PREVAILS.
I have to stop being childish.
I have to stop wanting to blame.
I have to get back on my mojo and make shit happen.
I want to tie you up and have you kneeing on the bed. Then, I will grab your hair to bring you against me and I will play your body, your moans and squeals, and through them find what you like for your pleasure and mine.
Only a few more days to go and I will be tying her up and we will be having all sorts of fun. And then I will untie her and we’ll have even more.
And then we’re going to play in the shower until it gets suffocating.
And we’ll dry off in the covers.
There’s pleasure when you submit. Comfort. Security. I make very good decisions. I’ll take care of you. I will never betray your trust.
But I want the control. I want you to ask permission for the simplest things. I want you to defer to my judgement. Society considers the kind…
I can’t wait to leave… My one-way plane ticket is booked for May 3rd and I am super excited about the adventures coming my way, about the next step.
But I will miss them. I will miss them all.
My family, those very Polish moments, my third world country-like apartment, friends, foes, strangers I see while on my way to school, that beautiful med student across my street who sometimes stares at me with her coffee cup while I stare at her with my coffee cup at 4AM during finals, the rude people on the bus, the amazing people on the bus, the quiet streets full of raccoons, my room mate’s loud Arabic music when he shaves on some mornings, the lame hallways, the 2AM meet-ups at coffee shops… even our Internet which crashes at least once a day but for which we’re basically not paying anything.
Nostalgia, apprehension and excitement.
Quietly going by. Patiently waiting.
I did so much here but there is much more to come. It’s only a matter of time and I will start wrecking a fresh new havoc of awesome, somewhere else, with different people.
I’m hungry like the loudest army and thirsty like the infinite sand in the mighty desert.
Stay hungry, stay foolish.
I have been setting the table and now I’m ready to take the whole world on my plate.
Today I have assisted to the most ridiculous negotiation ever. I was about to flip that table and tell the parties to fuck off with their pettiness and their bad faith. It’s a fucking attempt at conflict resolution, not a sandbox for kids to throw sand at each other and then cry about it!
Fuck those guys. I’m too brilliant to be working for them.
We called everything off around 21:00 and tomorrow we will be reconvening at 13:00. Hopefully, some progress will be made tomorrow.
I went on Facebook tonight. It was a fun session :
Awkward #1 : Your primary school friend turned into some sort of David Guetta-like douche club promoter.
Awkward #2 : He’s dating a stripper/escort (who listed her work on her page).
Awkward #3 : Her clients added her on Facebook and comment on all her stuff, even writing … recommendations (I guess?)
Life is going to be a bit hectic for a few days.
It’s okay. I like it that way.
I will have to cut down my time for girls though. No time for play right now : my phone is on “Do not disturb” mode and no call or text gets through except if I am somewhat paid to answer or the conversation would last for less long than a voice message.