So, somehow you’ve had the good fortune to stumble across my blog, and now you’re thinking, ‘what the hell is this’? Don’t worry, I’ve shared this same sentiment many a time, as ‘this’ is an account of all of the utter ridiculousness that is my life.
For legal purposes, I will say that this is all fiction… if this admission doesn’t deter you from suing me for emotional damages, then please be advised that it is I who has been emotionally damaged, and at times physically damaged as well.
At the tender age of 18 I moved to Rome to get my bachelors degree, but my education extended far past the classroom. I have now obtained my degree in handling bachelors, and along with my motley crew of successful degenerate friends, I feel brave enough to share my story.
call me something dirty
My full-time job has really been an impediment to my blog and it’s high time that I reprioritize where I’m spending my time and energy. The good news is that it has thus far not been detrimental to my dating life, which is still going strong against my will and providing a steady stream of… Continue reading call me something dirty
rub some dirt on it
So, I tested positive for covid. Keep in mind, I worked at a Mexican bar for two summers in a row where people committed atrocious sins like double dipping in the salsa and tipping less than 20% to their very cute waitress, and I never once tested positive. I partied in Roman bars where people… Continue reading rub some dirt on it
two full moons in rome: my first time riding a vespa
Listen, I’m no saint. I do crazy shit sometimes, as must we all, but I had always heeded the words of my mother: don’t ride on motorcycles. So, I had successfully managed to live in Rome for three long years without even once gracing the back of a Vespa. A true tragedy, as I have… Continue reading two full moons in rome: my first time riding a vespa
risking it all in the roman ruins
Rome is a different city at 4:30 in the morning. Instead of hands running sticky with gelato and roaming gangs of tourists shamelessly posing and loitering, hands run sticky from cheap beer- and god knows what else- while droves of drunk study abroads who came to Rome to find themselves stumble home. It was in… Continue reading risking it all in the roman ruins