fifty word stories + ideas + photos + the who/what/where/whens of one girl's adventures.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
punch drunk
A clean bucket, a bottle of gin, some strange limey mineral water. Champers. I smush the limes in my fist to get the juice flowing. Slap some mint around. If we had more ice this would be better. But it’s a very summery drink, and we drink fast.
I'm a 24 year old Melbourne girl. These are my fifty word stories which are influenced by a lot of friends, a few lovers, lots of mixtapes, a cello, my 1970s flat, art, giggles, ideals, disasters, luridly coloured underwear and all the other little things that make my universe hum
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