[Dip it low then bring up slow] 6 days into the end of the big Os & I'm still flip-fricking jobless. Wtf is wrong with this country. The government is forever pestering for a larger, skilled[kinda] & efficient workforce but when kids like me, with the time in the friggin world to work [well, until end of January for most of us], they don't hand over the job slots. Are you a COUGHlonely boy? IN YOUR FACE MR. PRESIDENT. It's back-breaking enough to go from one interview location to another & killing phone bills & ez-link credits.
Thazzit bitches, I need a frick fracking job that pays adequately. Right about..NOW.
Alright. Fine. I do admit I've got 2 quick gigs to stash some money off between today & Sunday. There're limited spaces so if you guys need it, come holla fo me. Text/call/bluetooth/infrared/im/e-mail/snail mail/tv ad/whatever.
A quick HOLLA to the kids from Adrie's block & you crazy loons from his party! There's gonna be a coming out party for Jen aka the DJ's drop dead lawa girlfriend from the previous party. It's gonna be at Attica, Sunday 18th Nov 2007. Dress as str8 as you can appear to be [I know lol wtf] in the colours of the rainbow [HAHAHHAA]. Registration for guests list [so that your orders will be on the house] through me. DJ needed for the night in case Josie can't do her full shift. Bitches needed for the night to hang/bitch/rant/dance with me. This will be a single's night as far as possible.
So when the roof's on fire, fucking believe it is me.
