2020, what a shitshow, and I don’t just mean the bushfires. Or the pandemic. I mean, a few weeks ago, right about the time the United States was clearing out their own shit, so was I. Rest assured, since moving to the farm, I have managed to avoid anything too gross. There was a frog … Continue reading
Things suck at the moment, don’t they? The threat of nuclear war. Cyber and workplace bullying. Sexual harassment. Every pop icon of our eighties childhood dying. Terrorists. Sydney house prices. It all sucks. There’s something to be said for the saturation of information and opinion presented as fact on social media channels encouraging severe anxiety … Continue reading
You move to Sydney with your boyfriend, you break up, you move in with a flatmate and an awesome puppy, and life is suddenly smooth. So, what’s next? It’s a tale as old as time, or at least as old as Perfect Match. You go on TV to find true love! Enter First Dates, the … Continue reading
It’s a New Year, and, though I’ve only done this once before, welcome to my New Year’s post. When I was young, I lived in Newcastle. We had a game we always played in Newcastle, which was called, “dump us!” Getting dumped has become a recurring theme in my adult life as well (amiright!), … Continue reading
My boyfriend said to me the other day, “Writers are weirdos! But don’t worry, because you’re not one.” This led to immediate outrage on my part. What do you mean I’m not a writer? Sure, I’ve never had a book published, sure my last freelance gig was years ago, sure I only really write regularly … Continue reading
It’s been a year since I started this blog. I’m incredibly appreciative of the people who read it. This blog has been an opportunity for me to write whatever I feel like, whenever I feel like it. A little creative side dish that helps me appreciate work, friends, family, life and living in Australia even … Continue reading
State of Origin It’s no secret that I’ve wanted to move to Sydney for a long time. Moving to Brisbane when I was four years old and had no choice in the matter has long been the thorn in my side. Now that I’m here, it’s tempting to put on the rose-coloured glasses for Queensland. … Continue reading
Right now, I’m mid-move. I survived the packing phase, which wasn’t great, let me be honest. I’m unemployed, living in my boyfriend’s house and Scrooging on life. I wasn’t always this full of bile-flavoured malaise. When my employment contract was finally ending after 4 long years, I could not have been more excited to have … Continue reading
A while back, I wrote a post about Beer Houses, the fast-spreading virus of the watering hole world. A love-hate relationship was contained within that post. Hate the hipsterness, hate the pretentiousness, love the decor (metal and timber) and most importantly, I developed a love of the beer. And the beer developed a love for … Continue reading
My friend Anastacia Beaverhausen* always said exercise was dangerous. And now I know she’s right. In an effort to detox** during the week and stop socially drinking so much, I agreed to the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. Stupider than every man I’ve ever dated. Stupider than the time I ate the custard tarts. … Continue reading
