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 were packed in like sardine cans and our collective body … 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 very nice long legs (if I may say so myself) … 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 this blissful haze that I likewise found myself, along with … Continue reading risking it all in the roman ruins
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 … Continue reading what the hell is this?