And now I’m on a plane to New York. I have 60 hours in New York City: it feels like a challenge. I’ve never liked this city. However, I’m fairly certain that that’s my fault, not its.
This post is essentially my confession: confessions of a fortnight misspent in Melbourne’s dens of iniquity and raw fish.
“All wrong, all wrong!”
Well, great. Just what you want to hear whilst naked and vulnerable on a table.
And I am a freaking typical Libran.
When you just really want to get creative with your drinking.
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