I can resist everything — except temptation.
This post is essentially my confession: confessions of a fortnight misspent in Melbourne’s dens of iniquity and raw fish.
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Librans suck at making decisions
And I am a freaking typical Libran.
“If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
Ferris Bueller gives some good advice.
We’re going to need a bigger boat.
Dun dun. Dun dun. Dun dun dun dun dun dunnnnnnn. Manatary splashes in.
We all need a fishbowl
Date: 31 August Location: Pastuso, this neat new Peruvian place on ACDC Lane, named after Paddington Bear. I had such a great education. My parents are both scientists and encouraged […]
An unsettlingly big place 