skull fucking and the works

As I sit here attempting my was hand at a creatie peice of writing I thought to check this oh so original blog to see if anyone had posted anything since the literary genious of "carlos and pepes." I was deighted to see a few things and was hit with the nostalgia of re-reading and remembering what others wrote when this was created. All of it centering around dessert tickets, for which i already really miss. The group meals rather than the actual dessert tickets cause i mostly used them for grapes that were ultimatly stolen to be thrown down my shirt. Anyway, I think the lunch's and dinners were the best moments of the year (collectively, cause I do have a soft sport for the last night before winter break) Where else will you get into a discussion about skull fucking-is it illegal? or just preverse and creepy? Would it be considered rape? (only if it wasn't concentual, bringing up th question who would consent to it-cause arguably you would have to gouge out their eye-something that has been argued is considerably easy- before being able to successfully fuck the socket) The ridiculous-ness of these and many other conversations made the year enjoyable, got you through the tough days and made you look forward to the next. To those involved, thank you. Maybe one day, when I learn to write well I will pen this into the great american novel, the great american novel aboout skull fucking and the works.

SkyNet

Since I got out here, I've made a point of checking up on DT at least once a week, to see if the Party in its wisdom had changed its mind about blocking blog sites. Today, June 25 (nearly a month after the last post), I got in. I felt like Matthew Broderick in War Games. Yes! I cracked the system! Now that decadent, buttery feeling can be mine again. WWIII also a possibility.

I walked into a Starbucks yesterday, just to do some studying, and as soon as I crossed the threshold I was transported. Not to my home town, although there are Starbuxes aplenty--but to the one on Maisonneuve at Union, by the KPMG tower. I don't think I've ever been inside, but I know in my bones that's where I was teleported to. Now, it's peculiar that I went to Montreal rather than the city I used to call home. It's also strange that I didn't teleport to a more familiar Starbucks in the same city. Now that I think of it, it's weird that it was open at 3:30 AM EST.

I hope someone's out there. I miss you guys.