The looming portfolio admittance date is giving me many a sleepless night. The feeling is considerably similar to pre-leaving cert anxieties. Holy moly! Gee whiz! So as of today my goals have dramatically shifted. As opposed to being an extremely successful and globally recognised artistic sensation I have decided to instead, be a drug dealer. While casually discussing the bains of college with a pal, the idea struck me and I havn't looked back once in the half an hour that has passed since that conversation. Incredible wealth, Big guns, Fun cars.Perfect, nigh? And also, how apt would my fur coat be for these dirty dealings? I'll be like a modern Pablo Escobar. Except I'm a girl and white.And 18.And Irish and probably not as threatening due to my lack of facial hair( Miracle Grow in my Earl Grey?). A Robin Hood of the Northside, giving copious amounts of filthy substances to my adoring customers. I can see it now. The fierce almighty Emer Of Cremore. Rivalled only by the Hunch back of Glasnevin who I can assure you does exist. That tower in the cemetery they fob off as some kind of memorial marking? Its all lies baby. Its her crafty castle. I'm thinking of starting off low-key. Panadol anyone? Medicianal Cannabis? Have a line on me.
1 comment:
I'll take Diazepam please Pablo...
Can't you study and deal drugs at the same time? It works fine for a certain Rathmines hippy
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