God I love traditional Melbourne weather. It’s raining again, people! And it’s cold! It’s cold!
If anyone saw a fat goth with suspiciously perfect hair*, a clear umbrella and a big dumb grin on her face, that was me. I could not stop smiling until I got to work.
I wish Melbourne’s temperatures were always between minus 5 degrees and 25 degrees. That would be fucking lovely.
* I was just getting out of the gym. I always feel a little incongruous with everyone else who’s already wilted and crumpled up by their commute, when I emerge at the tram stop fresh as a daisy, my hair still a little wet.
In other news, TOMORROW IS MY LAST DAY! The tea will be spilled next week.
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