Give a certain someone wristies.
Smoke weed then complain that it was a mistake.
Be a closet lesbian attention seeking wannabe whore.
Not be cute.
Be an annoying, ignorant un-educated fuck.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Fatty Fuckin’ Whore.
Oh, and I cut all my hair off
….Still nothing. No biggy though.
Since not passing my trial at South Tweed Sports bistro, I’v been out handing out resumes and talking to chefs 2-3 times a week, depending on how busy i am or how im feeling. Seems to have finally paid off, Last night i started a trial at the Coolangatta Hotel bistro, and the head chef there is trying to put me through as an apprentice, which would be a great help to finally pay off this fucking huge debt hanging over my head.
In recent days my musicians work has picked up, my band When Words Collide got a rhythm guitarist, and we started recording our demo. The pre-production can be found here-http://dl.dropbox.com/u/10144596/mitch%20cunt.mp3 It is metal/hardcore, so its not for everyone. I for one though, am rather proud of it. It doesn’t sound like anything i can really compare it to, so in that instance I’m happy with the way it turned out.
