Work is awesome.
I may be biased because I’m celebrating the end of a three-month unemployed rollercoaster. But my last job was awesome, and my now job is, too.
wading through the bullshit a hundred-ish words at a time
Work is awesome.
I may be biased because I’m celebrating the end of a three-month unemployed rollercoaster. But my last job was awesome, and my now job is, too.
I fucking love these shoes. Rule #2 of Fashion (after nakedness): Excitement.
Surprise! I’ve re-branded because occasionally people tell me that the things I say don’t suck.
So, in celebration, take your clothes off. Yes, you read that right—go on, work that birthday suit.
While I’ve tasted morning cappuccino in Uzhgorod, London coffee on a rainy Wednesday, and post-touring latte on streets of Jinja, nothing compares to the affogato of Kampala.
Clean underwear is important for any trip, but if you’re traveling to rural Africa, don’t forget…
I’ve lost friends because I don’t want kids…OK, it was only one friend. But people are still opinionated as fuck about what does (or doesn’t) come out of my vagina.
I owe so much to you, Mary Hutchinson. I know He has welcomed you as His good and faithful servant. Until then. Do not go gentle into that good night.
In response to the Gordon College Scandal of 2015.
Such a shift in perspective, to celebrate the strengths in your personality, instead of shame the weak points.
Recent conversations brought to life: I live for no man.
(Calm yourself; I don’t live for a woman, either.)