Somehow, some way, I've been roped into helping Laney's boyfriend Charlie campaign for internal VP of our student's association... or council... or something. Yeah, that's me, with my finger on the pulse of RDC student politics. Whoo.

This means that I've spent the last SIX hours making posters and strategizing and taping little "Vote 4 Charlie" stickers onto lollipops (it's a well-known fact that college kids are absolute whores for candy. And booze. Fun fact!) This also means that I have to walk around the school and hand out said lollipops and flyers and, you know, be nice to people, even if they're poorly dressed or smell funny. Clearly, I am ill-suited for the job.

I'm just kidding.

Sort of.

I'm not exactly what you might call an "active member" of my school community. I'd go so far as to say that I don't give a flying fuck about anything that happens here, because the school's still going to blow donkey no matter what. The bookstore overcharges for its products to such a criminal degree that I frequently liken it to anal rape, the library is poorly stocked, and Residence is a fucking joke. They're lucky I don't form an angry mob and burn this shitpit to the ground.

Now I have to give the impression that I enjoy attending school here, and that I care enough about the school to want to help make a difference? Pfft. I must dust off the old acting chops, because this is going to be a hard sell.

So, if any of you, dearest muffins, happen to attend RDC, you'd better vote for Charlie, because he rocks. And if you don't vote for him, then clearly, you are a baby eater, and I don't want you hangin' around on my site anymore. Go on, get. Damn baby eaters.

Miss Black

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Miss Black also contributes to a David Anders/Sark site under the name Chaton Espion. Feel free to visit her there if you'd like to witness the terrifying depths of obsession.