The Neighbor’s House Caught Fire

The Neighbor’s House Caught Fire

My pantsless roommate carried the next door neighbor’s beagle mix to my bedroom because Sailor was too timid to climb the stairs. Sailor and his sister, Olive, are staying with us because half their house caught fire last night. Getting ejected into the strange and unexpected scenario of your own street filled with firetrucks whose job is to put out the fire next to your own bedroom window is, in a word, emotional. “What if” turns into “hell the fuck…

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Snot Shirt

Snot Shirt

The next time you get the flu and are 1,000% positive you’ve permanently broken your phone, my hope is that you get as kind and patient of a Verizon representative as I did, who graciously reminded me to turn it off and back on again. Thanks, Quon! But this isn’t a post about Quon. It’s about cooties. I’m going stir crazy as the sun is setting on my third day of what I’m mostly certain is the flu. Today has…

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She Has Returned

She Has Returned

Dropping everything and running away to Europe for one month: 10/10. Highly recommend. I got back two nights ago and am feeling all sorts of rosy, honeymoon-style feelings about returning to Life™. Familiar faces, dog-wrestling, and readjustment abounds. Technically, I was gone for a total of five weeks. I left a week ahead of The Great Escape to spend Christmas with my family in Los Angeles, and it was there I boarded a plane to Paris, where I camped out…

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It Isn’t Interesting

It Isn’t Interesting

I’m sitting in luxuriously cozy pajamas staring blankly at a vast, Parisian skyline and wondering what the hell to write about. It seems interesting that I am here but the things I’m doing and the thoughts I’m thinking, so far, aren’t unique in the slightest. I’m a collector of blogs and I’m often on the hunt for another writer who is processing her thoughts of the world in a public, written expression. One thing most of us bloggers have in…

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Arrival Day

Arrival Day

I just discovered the café I’ve been squatting at has an outlet in the wall behind me, which means I now have even more incentive to keep on squatting. My second cappuccino just arrived at the table and my crepe is long since finished. I arrived in Paris a couple of hours ago and I have yet another couple of hours until my Airbnb host is available to let me into the apartment that I’ll call my own for the…

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