That Melbourne Chick
Pessimistic. Pithy. Dressed in black, one hand clutching a second-hand Vinnies tote, the other an oat milk latte. She’s the epitome of the Melbourne girl.
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Pessimistic. Pithy. Dressed in black, one hand clutching a second-hand Vinnies tote, the other an oat milk latte. She’s the epitome of the Melbourne girl.
That Melbourne Chick wakes up with a parched throat and is in need of a glass of water. Will the cafe next door be of assistance? Not with its new hipster barista it won’t.
Today I watched a man yell into the passenger intercom on the 5:46 Glen Waverley train. I looked around to see if anyone else on the carriage found amusement from the man, his act of so-called ‘defiance against the system’ was the most entertaining thing I had seen all day.
That Melbourne Chick has you covered with the ultimate winter wardrobe to make sure you fit in with all the other basic monochrome-wearing Melburnians. Hello, it’s called style honey.
Why do I keep getting dry lips? Is it because, over the past month, I’ve become prone to licking my lips more frequently due to my crippling anxiety – which is often sparked upon seeing the price of a single tomato at Coles?