Jimbo

get gud

can’t explain it but the water tastes better straight from the tap in the bathroom than it does in the kitchen

sometimes on a late night home, when the suburban streets are deathly quiet — I’ll spot the outline of a cat, hidden behind a wheel of a car, or standing sentinel on the fence and think — fuck!! how many more of you have I missed!?

opening my slack in the club just to check to see if I need to urgently circle back on anything

one thing living rent free in my head after coming back from Vietnam is a gentle proprietor who, upon my imminent purchase of a bumbag, quietly protested: “no… no… Now you say a lower price to me, that’s allowed”

really makes you question the bit

only then to darkly tempt:

“Notify Anyway?”

nothing quite like a friend’s phone interrupting you mid-bit to advise “X has notifications silenced”.

Sidere mens eadem mutato 🥴

Me, derisively: ha bet that lawyer [running the terrible appeal du jour ] went to Bond, ha ha

*checks their linkedin*

Education:
U N I V E R S I T Y
OF
S Y D N E Y

ah, well… nevertheless

“yellow for our nation, red for our blood, each point of the star a different class of worker united in our revolution” hell yeah

it slaps

We have been bundled into a bigger minibus, this one WITH working seatbelts. (@rjsalmond.bsky.social and I are the only passengers wearing them)

Grainy image of a weary, wet stained and barely legible set of safety instructions in both Vietnamese and English, the first of which advises to “fasten your seat belt before moving the vehicle”

BUT HOW!!

“there are no seatbelts on this minibus” I conspiratorially text to my husband on the minibus: “correct”.

If we die in a crash I wish to assure you all this minibus did not have seatbelts. I don’t want a judgmental news reporter advising you otherwise.

If this is my last skeet🫡

He’s not being precious about it - he’s very shy and awkward until he grabs the mic and the backing starts

that one guy who knows how sing? Yeah you better believe he’s killing it at the open karaoke

fucj, muriel s wedding

[in the broadest australian accent you’ve ever heard, in Hoi An] yeah mate every aussie loaves ABBA? Have
You seen strictly ballroom ??

australian gays doing abba when pressed to perform karaoke at the gay bar

I give mum energy at the gay bar open karaoke

Shirt GONE

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OMG MY SOCKS ARE FILTHY TOO!?? WTF

ALSO ALL THE STAFF ARE WEARING WHITE I WANT TO DIE

Finding out my white shirt is actually filthy under the black light at the queer bar is a new level of gay panic I didn’t need on HOLIDAY

you can’t spell THAnks without HAT

love port, nice reminder that raisins are, in fact, grapes

omg is this the set from the nanny?

Happy pride!