Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Daughter, Sister, Friend, Superhero
I am but one person but I am many things to other people. Daughter, sister, student, fashion critic, stubborn, annoying, loud, life adviser, fabulous, relationship therapist, bank, lover, leader, a lender of stuff. Now, I can add superhero to the list.
A couple nights ago, I inadvertantly saved my good friend Devlin from a possible mugging, assault, or possibly a worse fate. However, thanks to my long blog entries and ever-so interesting life, I prevented Devlin from leaving his work 10 minutes earlier than he did because he was reading my blog. Whilst engrossed in my raving of my shoes and mesmerized by that awful picture from Russia, some unfortunate (and apparently stupid) soul got mugged at the ATM outside his work at 3 am.
You're welcome, Dev. We're even now. Years of you taxiing me around, chartering our asses to clubbing, pool, bowling, Mississauga and beyond... We're cool now. ^_~
Besides saving lives, I'm also a plant-deliverer and networker extraordinare. Today I went downtown with a thank you note and a lucky bamboo plant to see the lawyer I met with last week. A little ass-kissing, yes. But it only cost me $4.50. A $5 dollar ass-kissing can go along way if you want to get ahead in life, I'm sure. From what I've learned from her, the field is not as simple as it seems and it's fucking cutthroat. But as I walked down Bay St., walking amongst the lawyers and business people during rush hour, I realized there are two words that are actually enticing, no, luring me to join them: disposable income.
Can you imagine being single and living on the income of someone working on Bay St.? Seems like heaven to me. Fuck me, it's blocks away from the Prada, Hermes and Louis Vuitton stores! Money-hungry bitch? Well, not exactly. I think I just enjoy the thought of not having to worry about money when I'm on my own and being able to get a grande chocolate chip mint frap from Starbucks without thinking twice. Because as my parents have taught me, money is not important unless you need it, and I don't intend on being one of those money-hungry types who forgets to appreciate the finer things in life. Like a gorgeous pair of Manolo Blahnik Mary Janes.
I know my dream is a little far-fetched, but dammit, it's viable. All I need is a little hardwork, a little flirting and sweet-talking, do the assignments and pass the exams. I should be good, right?
Speaking of which, back to homework...
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2 comments:
LOL, your blogs are always entertaining.
Indeed, read posts, it may just save YOUR life. thx for takin the time lil, always appreciated
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