The Collared Coed

hnt august 13 2009

“You have such beautiful hair.”

I love my hair.

My hair is a source of pride for me. Instead of inheriting my mother’s thin strands of hair, I boast thick, heavy…

I was giving up.

It was summer 2007, and it was August.

I had spent the summer meeting men off of craigslist, and I was tired of it, and I was giving up on finding someone to fuck regularly. I…

One Saturday night, a few weeks ago, I sent Mark a message over BlackBerry IM.

Delilah: I had this totally bizarre thought of getting my anger out by beating you up. But that’s too weird!

I’ve decided to start over.

A new blog layout (nice and minimalist and not all black or all pink), a new outlook, and a renewed relationship with Master.

I could go back and recount all of the…

I could go into all of the deep emotional stuff that I’ve been through for the past few months. But I won’t. Not yet, anyway.

This is a major milestone in the life of a college coed.

I turn 21…

I don’t know what is heads or tails anymore.

My posts on here and my drafts in Wordpress are all scattered and nonsensical. I climb into bed with Mark at night and have random hysterical crying…

Blah blah, New Year, blah blah, changes, blah.

I know every blogger out there is writing these wrap up posts, looking back at the year and looking forward to 2009.

I have no huge regrets for…

I have a lot of thoughts about the end of the contract.

I need to write this now, or I will never write it.

Being uncollared and feeling so uncertain has shown me what my one true fear is.

I’ll…

Hi everybody. I’m back! I’m more or less whole, despite going through the WORST finals week I’ve ever gone through. I pulled multiple all nighters, I broke down into several crying fits and bouts…

The legend goes that one day, someone asked an Ivy League kid how they were getting to finals week; running to the finish line or limping with a broken leg?

Their answer? “Running with a broken…