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therapy: the gym and a crush


It's been so long that I'm not sure. Maybe they do it differently these days, and I've been out of the game an age, but . . . there is a strong possibility I have been flirted with. Lemme 'splain.... Continue Reading →

33 – the year of promise (i hope)


I’ve spun around the sun another 365.25 blessed days, and something about this number feels magical. Feels important. Feels like I probably should be doing more than shacking up at my parents, funemployed, with dogs for best friends. But I'm... Continue Reading →

an interesting title should probably go here


maybe i shouldn't have been so surprised. but we forget how much people care, how kind people can be, and despite its general toxicity, how great the internet is at bringing us all together in times of joy as well... Continue Reading →

saying goodbye and a bit about why and how i’ve depressed.


"How was it?" Everyone wants to know. "Was it hard to say goodbye?" "What do you miss already? What will you miss?" Well. Every part was the worst part, actually. I was saying 'goodbye' to many things and people I'm... Continue Reading →

Tried a Little Tinderness . . .


"YAAAAAY MY FAVORITE DAY EVER - February 14th!!! I wish this day was 36 hours long!!!!" said no single girl in the history of American Valentine's Day. Which I looked up. This day was started a while ago. It sucked... Continue Reading →

RinR: sunsets and dumpster fires


It took a few days and a few chopps, a few "tudo bem?!" and many kisses, but it was waking up in the middle of the night in my own sweat to violently scratch at multiple mosquito bites sprinkled across... Continue Reading →

(nearly) all the rest of the photos and thoughts about Patagonia/Antarctica


Imagine the most rickety roller coaster ever. Now give it some drugs and Froot Loops. Now take away all it's sense of direction and safety and suspension and brakes. Now I want you to imagine that the ride lasts 2.5... Continue Reading →

Gringa Diaries: Antarctica


Captain’s Log, Day 14:I keep singing "Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?" It’s a new year dot dot dot I guess? Have lost all sense of time here on the last continent. The floor mats in the... Continue Reading →

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