Ode to harden the fuck up

Life can be a real bitch sometimes and it always seems to go pear at the worst possible time, either with assessment due or final exams that close you can smell the foul bastards. And of course there’s no such thing as hitting rock bottom because you just keep digging anyway. So what’s to do in times like these, have a cry to Mummy? I think not.

What sets us aside as Bondies is that we're better, when the going gets tough the Griffith students get going, but not us bondies, we don’t leave or run away to become pool cleaners. For one thing is true in life, the crème of the crop will always raise to the top. I recently came out of a tough month stint myself, where almost every evil a woman could pull was consequently pulled, and with the loving support and nurture of Crown Breweries and the words of Uncle Chop chop, those being that I needed to harden the fuck up and cut of my ears off in a dare and sleep with a hunting knife by my side,consequantly things got better. Things always do get better when life is taken with a grand of sand. Precious and scared it is, but you’re only making it harder if you take everything so seriously. Have a beer, have a laugh, your not gonna get out alive anyway, so the trick is to: