P stands for 'what the fuck is wrong with you?'
Oh yeah. I forgot to mention this which I think is of significance.
Yesterday I went for breakfast with Jess and Deb. I hadn't seen Jess in about a year and a half when she was still working as a Comm centre girl at a Law firm in town.
Anyho, the last time I saw her she was looking pretty good. We were all still at school and here she was out in the big bad world working and living. Paying rent, doing washing, buying milk. I remember thinking that she had definately got the better deal. A 'flashy' job at a law firm, her parents were out of her life and no school/exams/stress. We were all still living at home, studying our ass off for Bursary so that we could spend the rest of our lives paying off the debt generated by going on to Uni. Gay.
And Jess is still looking pretty good. As good, I suppose one could look on P. Oh, but thats not all shes on. Jess sometimes gets a little short of coin. So Jess marches on down to Truth magazine, takes off her clothes and poses naked for $150 a pop. Somehow, I'm glad I took the path I did.
We finished breakfast, and went down to the waterfront for a morning toke. I then went home and played Vice City for a good 7 hours. There was definately something a little sinister in that joint.
Yesterday I went for breakfast with Jess and Deb. I hadn't seen Jess in about a year and a half when she was still working as a Comm centre girl at a Law firm in town.
Anyho, the last time I saw her she was looking pretty good. We were all still at school and here she was out in the big bad world working and living. Paying rent, doing washing, buying milk. I remember thinking that she had definately got the better deal. A 'flashy' job at a law firm, her parents were out of her life and no school/exams/stress. We were all still living at home, studying our ass off for Bursary so that we could spend the rest of our lives paying off the debt generated by going on to Uni. Gay.
And Jess is still looking pretty good. As good, I suppose one could look on P. Oh, but thats not all shes on. Jess sometimes gets a little short of coin. So Jess marches on down to Truth magazine, takes off her clothes and poses naked for $150 a pop. Somehow, I'm glad I took the path I did.
We finished breakfast, and went down to the waterfront for a morning toke. I then went home and played Vice City for a good 7 hours. There was definately something a little sinister in that joint.