This week is my second week. I found myself driving to work really looking forward to seeing Alex each day. Yesterday we shared a joke that broke the ...professional ice, and I've found that Alex will come to my office and ask me to join him for a coffee each time he goes to the staff room. We often get coffee and sit outside alone to talk. At first it was about work, the role, upcoming challenges, but slowly it has turned to more personal topics about life, family, experiences, aspirations. These. I wore my schook girl outfit with thigh high socks and wore my hair in pig tails. The night came and I was getting ready with a few of my friends, we took an uber to this giant mansion and made our way in through the crowds of people. The place was huge, with a huge swimming pool and jacuzzi in the back. Girls dressed like sexy models, and shirtless guys as firemen. Me and my girls were ready to have fun at our first college party. We immediately went straight to the bar (yes a bar, that's how. ”“Brittany’s here too,” Heather replied, as coolly as she could.“Yeah I saw! Good to see that she’s finally embracing her true self, hey Kathy?” Rob said with a broad wink.“When are the prizes being announced?”“At midnight, of course! Check out the trophies - I got them from this cool occult store downtown!”Kelsey looked at where Rob was pointing, and saw three trophies standing on a pedestal in the centre of the room. The way the disco light shone onto them gave them a strange glow, and for. This one's unique. Pretty much everything else I could find was "about" someone else, besides this one, in which the narrator is the victim, and not happy about it. It's really hard for me to even picture them doing this song. Maybe this is why Keith Moon spent the last several years of his life running around in dresses looking like.....well, Keith Moon in a dress.But unlike Dylan, or anyone else to that point, they were pretty direct about it." Didn't the Stones get caught up in all this?".