Another day in canter-wonder-world-land has passed and another twenty-four hours of niceness goes into the "pros of just staying in Canterbury" column. Oh if only it were that simple. If all goes to plan and this essay gets finished by the weekend, I shall spend Monday hitting the streets of Canterbury whoring out my unprotected CV on as many street corners as possible to as many offering clients as I can squeeze into. Regardless of what kinda of openings I may stumble into. All of this in one opening and out and in another and out is of course all in hope that my CV catches something... Fuck it. This sexual metaphor's been going on too long. Basically. hob Junting. And I shall be successful. Failure is not an option cos money is gonna be TIGHT this year. Ah, if only I was back here for pleasure and not for the pleasure of resubmitting coursewrok. *Gah!* Ah wells. I'll survive. I always seem to pull something special out right at the depth. But until then I'll just do what I gotta do, stay on course and perhaps for one of the few times in my life, just let history dictate my future.
G'day.
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