My first year of Uni was incredibly lonely. I'd just moved to Melbourne, the classes were boring and I didn't know anyone there. If it wasn't for my mate Rachael, I don't think I could've survived. This story is about Rach and me, love and other catastrophes. And it's true for most parts; after all, isn't all love a form of mind control?
A love triangle between a man, a woman and a vacuum cleaner. Actually, it's not as silly as that sounds; it's about love and intimacy and the importance of honesty. Honestly.
