Stairway to Hell
OAHU. JULY, 2017 I’m holding onto a vine, on a mountain, covered in dirt, wondering what the fuck I’m doing with my life. The vine snaps and I slide through the mud. My then-boyfriend, Irish,…
Well, I guess this is growing up
I’m about to turn fourty. Egads. Fourty feels weird. Not like thirty. Your thirties rock, actually. It’s easy to say that when you’re at the end—‘Phew!’—but it’s also true: you’re more comfortable within yourself. Carefree, but slightly…
Voy a surfear
Puerto Escondido, 2014 I need to be honest with myself. The charade has to stop. It doesn't matter who started it, who called who a cry-baby, it ends now. It's time to be an adult…
Vlad the Impairer
This is a li'l horror story I wrote based on my (arguably less horrifying and traumatic) experience with Fleurgen from the last post. Hope y'all enjoy! :) By the way, the fellow in the image…
Fleurgen the stereo muppet.
I once bought an $800 car: a dusty red Daihatsu Charade that was manufactured back when Paul Keating was Prime Minister. It was so old it had a choke. A choke! I was ecstatic. I…
I am the white stripes now.
Mexico 2014 In an oestrogen laden opening sentence I can sum up my Wednesday: I got my hair done. In Mexico, it's about $50 for a full head of blonde foils and a cut. For…
One does not simply learn Spanish
Sydney, 2014 I'm about to spend eight months backpacking through South America. So I’m trying to learn Spanish. I illegally downloaded the Learn Spanish with Michel Thomas series and have been spending hours wandering through…
The distraction I had to have
I often find myself labouring under the misapprehension that people care deeply about what I have to say. It's why my Instagram account is open. This could be the logical explanation for something as self…