"Fuck no, I don't want to go to Paris." —Me before I went to Paris and loved it. Don't hate me too much. But I really had little to no interest in going to Paris. I would've chosen 50 other cities before choosing Paris. Overrated, smelly and dirty are all things I had heard of … Continue reading Merde! We Flooded an Apartment in Paris!
This past October, I visited the Pacific Northwest for the very first time. As you hopefully read about in my first post about this trip, I hopped over the U.S.-Canada border into Vancouver, B.C. after hitting up Seattle. Canada's been on my list of places to visit probably since I was in the womb. (Okay, not … Continue reading Vancouver, B.C.: I Saw Whales & Almost Barfed!
"So, what made you come to Seattle?" Asked our Lyft driver, as she drove through the gorgeous, lush Leschi neighborhood on our way to see Kurt Cobain's last home. "Well, you see," I began to very shamelessly say (as I do), "I've always been obsessed with Grey's Anatomy." I hadn't finished my sentence before she … Continue reading Meet Me at Kerry Park at Dusk.
That's right. At some point in my life I lived in BALI. No, not the "Eat, Pray, Love" bullshit you're thinking of. I didn't stay in a fancy ass villa with an infinity pool, nor did I fall in love with an expat (that's what happens in that movie, right?). I recently went into a … Continue reading The time I lived in Sumber Klampok, Bali, Indonesia.
Yep, I'm a 26-year-old. Yep, I had a poop-themed birthday party. Yep, there was a pin-the-poop game and poop-shaped cookies. Yep, I absolutely loved it. They say maturity comes with age. A statement I totally disagree with and also who the fuck is "they"? Maturity is obviously not a capability I used to choose the … Continue reading I Had a Poop-themed Birthday Party!
Hi, there! I'm here to talk to you about the reason why I'm hostage to a newfound obsession with the Caribbean. The last time I was in Cancun was about six or seven years ago ... and that's where we'll leave that one at. #ragrets This time around, I spent five days and fours nights … Continue reading A Bachelorette, 11 Strangers & Playa.
DISCLAIMER: Any similarity to my actual place of employment is pure and absolute coincidence. The end. 8 a.m. — New day, same chingaderas. 8:30 a.m. — This isn't so bad. 8:45-9:15 a.m. — Time for the almost-daily walk for coffee. (Okay, fine. More like for-sure daily.) 10 — Shit starts to hit the fan. But just a … Continue reading What Working at an 8–5 Job Feels Like … Sometimes (in GIFs!).
Okay, I know. It's been way too long since my trip to Europe but I'd hate myself if I didn't finish the series of Europe blogs I was supposed to write since I came back. So put on your seatbelt and get ready to cry with me because we're at home and not in Amsterdam.
How does one casually begin a blog post after almost year of not posting without being too obvious about not being around for that long? You don’t? Well, okay! Let me just jump right into it then. I was in Europe for 15 days at the beginning of September. Aka two weeks ago, aka I'm still … Continue reading Copenhagen, I was in you.
Hi, unicorn-angelfaces! It seems it has been far too long a time since I last posted an entry. That's because I've been super busy doing some adult shit and being responsible ... Just kidding! I was in Mexico City getting fat off the most peculiar tastes my tastebuds have ever encountered and walking the most … Continue reading Trajineras, Tacos and Pulque … Among Other Things.