Hi, I’m Jaime Mitropoulos. You may remember me from such Facebook pages as Newcastle Name Shame.
I’ve grown far too attached to these items of clothing to simply throw them away, so please help me out. Worn only a handful of times, perfect condition, and totally worth every cent.
Me, eating ‘my body’s weight’ worth of anything is far less impressive than it sounds.
I walked home from Garden City to Waratah (Distance of 5.8kms) with two bags full of Christmas presents in 30 degree heat. One half of my body is severely burnt and my back feels out of alignment, I’m getting too old for this shit. Time to lie down and die.
In an attempt to watch what I’m eating I bought a box of sticky date cookies and two boxes of Shapes. I think I’m doing okay.
I love my hair so much that I’m never going to cut it. I can’t wait until it touches the floor. I always do things in extremes.
All the people I went to school with are either getting married, having children, or building houses, and I’m just struggling to decide what to wear today. Tuff lyf.
If I am forced to eat nothing but fresh fruits and vegetables at the mercy of my excruciating stomach problems, I’d rather not eat for the rest of my life. In the last year I’ve been diagnosed as lactose intolerant, having 3/4 components for Coeliac disease, I’ve been prescribed countless drugs to increase my metabolism and oesophageal function, undergone a gastroscopy, endured numerous blood/allergy tests and doctors appointments yet there is still no solution for the pain that cripples me almost every time I eat gluten, wheat, or lactose. There is an ever increasing list of foods/products that I refuse to cut from my diet due to ignorance: McDonald’s/Hungry Jack’s, hot chips, pretzels, waffles, chocolate, steak, pizza, pies and sausage rolls, chilli, coffee, orange juice, Coca Cola, ice cream, tomato paste, and basically anything full of preservatives that cause me to spend the following twelve hours (sometimes longer, and multiple attacks over the span of a few days) completely immobilised. Majority of my nights are confined to laying on my back with my head elevated because any other position inflicts more pain upon my stomach, some what as though my ribcage is crushing my organs. I can only describe it as laying in a bed of fire. Not to mention that my one method to alleviate the acid build up is by self induced vomiting. Wish me dead.