So far I’ve only met 2 people who know how to pronounce the Catalan surname Puig correctly! One of them studied in Barcelona.
I hardly ever go out anymore and an ideal Friday night consists of eating junk food in bed while watching documentaries on Spain’s stolen babies or something horribly exciting like that.
But when I do go to a party or whatever it’s only for extremely special friends. I was surprised at how many offers for freelance writing or consulting work I’ve received in the span of half an hour, and they’re of the “name your price” variety. (And I got hit on a lot, which is the most perplexing part of all. I guess paralysing anxiety is attractive to some people.)
And I’m sober!
Belly full of carbs
This makes me very happy
But also quite sad
The downside to traveling alone is that no one is there to take your photos. Asking strangers for help becomes terribly awkward when you start art-directing them.
When you’re feeling low, just remember that you probably have more money (and dignity) than Lindsay Lohan.
People say “Whoever made this must have been high” like being high is a bad thing.
I figuratively can’t wait to go on holiday.
How does one wear overalls without looking like he or she has engaged in some Mario Brothers cosplay? Then again, the Mario Brothers are awesome. Or, more accurately, super.
I think most major cities have a variation on Mark Twain’s “If you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes” thing.