The ridiculous rambles of a drunk twenty-something from Melbourne who does not need to be here.
• Butts rule everything around me
Waiting at the bulk billing doctors for an hour and a half isn’t too bad when a lovely woman asks for your phone number after a chat. Probably not the best location to ask for a number but definitely made me feel better about life.
And to think I had my anxiety under control for a bit, here I am.
The Growlers are in Melbourne and I don’t have a ticket, definitely not a thumbs up, sonny jim laddy lad boy boy.
People always ask me how I pronounce my name, Gold-bloom or Gold-bluhm. I always tell them the same thing: How dare you speak to me.
I may be rundown and sick but at least this guy arrived in the mail.