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Nice Irish girls and stupid English guys

Sydney, Australia: While Sharon’s away, Christine will play.

I am currently rocking a white shirt and a silk leopard print tie at a café at Queen Victoria Building. For money. ‘Cause it’s my work uniform, you see. It’s a terrible job with terrible hours and mean supervisors that hates the way I talk and how I look. I work up to 6 days a week, and I’ve still never been paid less in my whole life. On the plus side, I get the pleasure of serving coffee to some really sweet people. I make friends every day, so who cares that they’re senior citizens.

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Sharon’s Second Birthday in Sydney

Sydney, Australia: Sharon gets older and drunker than ever before.

Craig has been in England for the past couple of weeks, and of course I’ve been missing him a lot. So I message him, asking him when he’ll be back, to which he instantly replies: I just back. Talk about perfect timing. I get him to promise he’ll come over for Sharon’s birthday as a surprise, since she doesn’t know when he’s back either.

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One Year in Oz

When Sharon and I first got to Australia, we were like newborn babies, absorbing everything around us and trying to make sense of it all. We loved it, and we still do. It has been a struggle at times, adjusting to and trying to create a life here and missing out on things at home. In the end, it’s worth it though.

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Shit I Do in Sydney: All of the Tourist Attractions, Wine and Lesbians

Sydney, Australia: Being a tourist in my own city, part two

In this blog post I go to the aquarium, wax museum, zoo and Sydney Tower. Then I go to to Sydney Morning Herald Cellar Door wine festival and celebrate Mardi Gras by going to a big gay pride parade.

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