When I grow up I want to be Corey Worthington
because not only can I use the word "insouciance" correctly,
but I can pronounce it with just enough of a French accent
to indicate that it almost belongs in Narre Warren.
But mostly it's because of the yellow plastic sunnies
and the parties. When I grow up
I want to almost belong in Narre Warren.
I want to be an early adaptor
to alcopops, tatts and 'tude.
When told to take a good, hard look at myself,
I want to be able to respond:
"I have, and so have millions. And they liked what they saw."