I think I just made a deal with the devil.
Date: 18 October Location: Queen Victoria Market, grocery shopping on a hangover and guiltily hangover-eating (Turkish gozeleme. No regrets.) A friend* once confessed that there are certain songs on her […]
Date: 9 October Location: the glamorous No. 48 tram. Sweaty palms. Burning ears. Sweaty palms. Burning ears. Sweaty palms. Burning ears. This is literally the only thought my mind is […]
Date: 20 July. Location: bed. Do you think hangovers accumulate? I used to think not. I used to think that, like your unused monthly broadband allowance, hangovers didn't rollover at […]
Date: 16 July Location: Centrelink Center, Collingwood. I think I’m in love with my barista. No, seriously, hear me out; this isn’t just some trendy rant about how good coffee […]