Where I live
I’m going on Christmas vacation. And by “vacation,” I mean that it’s the busiest time of year at the restaurant I work at, plus I’ve stupidly decided to make all my gifts this year, so I’m too busy to blog. Instead I’ll be working tons, knitting, making sugar scrubs and homemade candles, tie dying, and … Continue reading
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. I’ll fight you over it. Raleigh is a super cool city with friendly people, solid museums, and a rockin night life. But now that apparently we’re in the midst of an economic recession and kids are getting their expensive college degrees just to end up bartending, I … Continue reading
I normally can’t stand fat people, children, or crowds of any sort. However, Jon managed to score two free tickets to the NC State Fair this year, and with this beautiful weather, it would have been stupid to pass up the opportunity to go outside and make fun of people. Plus-DEEP FRIED FOOD. I don’t care how … Continue reading
Now I never would have guessed this, but apparently a lot of travel bloggers are guilty of writing cliches. Turns out, just having a travel blog is a cliche. But while some avoid cliches like the plague, I tend to embrace them. They make me happy, like an exploding car or a retired person buying a boat in a … Continue reading
As I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, I am an expert on many things in life. One of those things is having a great time. And yet another is having a great time in my hometown of Beaufort, North Carolina. “Well, of course it’s easy to have a great time there,” you may say. And … Continue reading
My boyfriend has been traveling more than me lately, and it’s pissing me off. He’s even at a Phish show right now. Having the time of his life, probably. Meanwhile I’m stuck here with Kitty, too banged up to go in public, accumulating debt from the dentist. A constant theme of Jon’s travels has been the high price of … Continue reading
I like to live life on the edge. Now this may be because I’m a high-octane adrenaline junkie, or it may be because I’m extremely, extremely stupid. Who’s to say? Either way, I’ve had a couple near death experiences. The first time (that I know of) that I almost died, I was about 2, and … Continue reading
I met a guy in Costa Rica who hated Raleigh, and it pissed me off. Now imagine this: a group of half drunk gringos, all laughing and talking, passing around a bottle of rum, listening to the Pacific crash ashore. The stars were shining. The conversation was good. Someone was even playing fucking ukulele (it … Continue reading
When people ask me where I’m from, I lie. I do this partly out of malice, and partly because it’s so annoying to have to explain the concept of Down East: the marshy countryside comprised of small communities that each pretend to have their own unique identity. (Sure, Otwaians, Harkers Islanders are weird. Whatever.) So I … Continue reading
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