I’m back and it’s been bloody ages, I know. And I wasn’t sure I was going to come back to this blog. I’m here because I need a friend to
“Sex. What was it? And how could we get it. We were 12. But that’s how it was.”
Some break-ups aren’t with romantic partners. Sometimes they have to be with the people that made you realise life could mean something. They can show you the kite in the wind, but still they have to say goodbye.
ALTERNATIVELY named Ms Gameboy and the Awkies Trio.
SO MANY things to think about when you’re in Year 6. Oh man, it was wild back then. The parties you’re not invited to.! The girls that freak you out
SO far I’ve kissed three women. Well, the first two kisses weren’t to women. We were too young. Yeah. I don’t get out much. No way I’m telling you my
OUR male Mareema was as tall as I was when he stood up. Once he stood up leaning on my back. “Look Mum,” I shouted. “Sari is hugging me!” “Um…”
MY favourite restaurant in Kempsey was a place called Louis Cafe. It had the style of a 1950s American diner with early Hollywood posters on the walls. “Overpriced,” my Mum
MY PSYCHOLOGIST had three nipples. That’s a fun fact for you all. And now you know why I bottle so much inside. How did I know my psychologist had three nipples?
I USED to play soccer for a team called Upper Macleay Yowies. Go Yowies! Great name. With patriotic colours of green and gold. Shit team. Although a few of our