On fresh meat...
...back at Richmond...in Richmond...not for school...so Tyler can sort out her loans...ha...I might become a lawyer...and the worst part is...it would only be for the money...but that's not the reason why I'm posting...here I am surfing the net trying to read this article on Poussin..it was in French so I wasn't really getting anywhere...and in she walked...just like a hundred before her...this years model of the new Kamila...the blonde bombshell who is only atractive because of her overt naivete...combined with an inescapable sexuality...this girl is going to get reemed...I mean these kids are going to stick it in her in places she didn't even knew existed before...if I tell her this I will get slapped...she would think that she was justified in such an act...I mean how dare I say such a thing to a lady like her...but I would know the truth...and pray to the god of communication and ask him to give me just a little fucking tact...oh well maybe she will prove me wrong...but no one ever has before...watch the ride...if you can't fight the spectacle you might as well float on...ha...I walked up to this group of new students...well all except this one guy...the only other kid in the university with a mohawk...so you know we know each other...but not well because we are of corse enemies as well...anyway...I'm wearing a hat...a fucking cool hat...anyway...after I rubbed mohawks beard and walked away...I heard them say...wasn't that one of the history professors...ha...I might as well die right now...