Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Gold Diggers of 1986

That was the year my girlfriend gave up on any idea of completing her degree and instead seemed to be settling into her new minimum-wage job.
     “My parents actually told me they’re worried I won’t amount to anything,” she said. “But here I am, sitting in a nice apartment on a new leather couch, and I think I’m doing pretty well.”
     But it was my apartment.
     My couch.
     And although I’d never thought I’d ever make enough money to attract a gold digger, who could’ve imagined there’d ever be a gold digger who’d be satisfied with the money I make.

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