I once lived with two rats. I should say: my roommate had two pet rats; one of them was named Magic Johnson, and I forget the name of the other one. Magic wasn’t particularly big or talented in ball sports. But he could squeeze through an opening the circumference of a dime, and that was …
I’m overwhelmed. So much has happened and I had so little access to the internet. Here comes a month of happenings in bite-sized bullet points. Feb 2 – Gemma, Mariana and I fly down to Christchurch to meet up with Scott, Rhona and Jordan. The latter three already have a car so the first three …
Being a lady is tough when you´re traveling. You have to carry so much around with you, makeup, shoes, boobs. The heaviest thing? Your dignity. Dignity really prevents you from doing a lot of the shit you really want to do. Like hooking up with that skeezy Frenchman who really looks like he would know …
I’m going to write a sitcom pilot called “Hostel Takeover” or “Hostel Territory” or some such punny thing. I envision it being something like Fawlty Towers meets Melrose Place. Basically, lots of miscommunication and lots of vengeful sex meet to make Primetime gold. I’m not exactly a pro hosteller, but I’ve stayed at quite a …
I’m a really positive person but I tend to worry. A lot. Before my trip I was worried something would go wrong with my visa. During my flight I worried that the airline would lose my luggage. Now that I’m here, I’m worried I will get raped and die. But that’s why I’m here. Not …
No, I didn’t fall into a rabbit hole in the space-time continuum — although that would be super cool and totally unexpected. No, it’s just that New Zealand is 16 hours ahead of you knuckleheads in New York. Thus, I am blogging from the future.
