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I, for sure, love your adventurous little stories. 🖤

Yeah, no, sorry to the Mrs, but honestly sometimes we don’t want to hang out under forced conditions, on the holidays nonetheless. Most of us have probably done it for a number of occasions. Life is just too short at this point to always be accommodating to others when they’re not even somewhat thinking of us.

It might be worth having a good chat with the Mrs to clear the air and try and get on the same page. While I understand that she might not think it’s a big deal, it’s not fair to invalidate your feelings on it. You might agree to disagree, but for sure, if I was expected to be okay with it this time, I would not be doing it again.

Now I want bubble tea.

My last one was just literally taro with half a cup of pearls.

That shiz is a meal.

I have done some adulting today…

Who dis?

Sorry, but F the fact that there isn’t a place for you to stay when you’re already travelling interstate with a toddler.

AND that it would cost 1k for accommodation and they’re only telling you in November. With the cost of things?

TF is wrong with people.

Hola DDT fam,

• Lovely night catching up with a beautiful friend.
• Drinks @ Franklins
• Music @ the Croxton

It’s a wee bit chilly, but my heart is warm.

Also, am re-watching Twin Peaks…

Joan Chen 😍

I swear, just seeing pollen makes me itchy.

LOL, also 6/10.

Aww, that sucks, but hopefully another door opening…

Oh yeah, Smith Street Woolies is a vibe unto itself.

We all get taken aback sometimes. Sometimes, as awful as it sounds, it can just be a good reality check to ensure that you have your wits about you. It’s not a pleasant thing, but sometimes it’s necessary.

I had an odd experience, not threat-wise, but still bothers me to this day. I think I might have mentioned it some time ago, but I almost willingly handed over $50 to one of those fake monks. I can’t really explain why in the moment, I would have if I hadn’t got pulled away and it was almost as if I was under a sort of spell? When I think back, it was weird like spirituality trust thing, like, oh, you’re a monk, I can give you x dollars and then he pulled out a notepad showing donations of $50 etc. and for some reason I just thought, oh, okay and started to fish out $50…

Reflecting back on it, I don’t know why it still really bothers me. Usually, I’m good with seeing through things like that, but I think it’s weirdly that I felt offended/betrayed that the ploy worked on me because I believe in spirituality of sorts. It was jarring.

Honestly, it’s the worst. At this point I can only do obsessive runs.

Looks delicious! Hope it made up for the other day.