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by jebni on January 1, 2006
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I’m in a cafe. It’s forty-five degrees centigrade. Fuck.
by jebni on January 1, 2006
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I’m in a cafe. It’s forty-five degrees centigrade. Fuck.
5 comments
I biked to my girlfriend’s in newtown from glebe. I was sunburnt by the time I got there. I made her close all the doors and we sat in a bathtub of cold water together for half an hour. we went to an air-conned cafe. when I left I tried going up king st towards uni, but had to stop and get a slurpee. hottest sydney day ever – i think literally. whew.
by mark on 1 January 2006 at 5:52 pm. #
I am the sun
I am the new year
I am going home
by jebni on 2 January 2006 at 2:39 pm. #
second hottest ever, my mistake. Pretty weird that the Grauniad is better on this than our own dear smh.
by mark on 2 January 2006 at 4:43 pm. #
Mmmm… iced tomato sauce…
by coco on 7 January 2006 at 11:28 am. #
Don’t knock it ’till you’ve tried it — it’s the shiznit! Better than prune juice, the drink of warriors.
by jebni on 7 January 2006 at 11:42 am. #