I almost didn’t get to indulge in you today. After using Sunday for what I believe it’s meant for (if not for a hangover) – strolling around the farmers’ markets, doing washing, cleaning, ironing, going on a Hot Girl Walk (that’s right, my shit is so together) – I finally lay down on my bed to realise I’d forgotten to grab one thing: you. Thankfully, my lovely roommate and best friend was at the shops. I’ve never transferred $13 faster – she’s quite aware of my need for you. Issue 118 was simply great. “Phrases of old” had me cackling and I sent a photo of the page to my mum, who shares the same stupid sense of humour and obnoxious
