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.
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
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
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