Tag Archives: travel
LA is for the dreamers.
I live in Seattle, the land of cynical one uppers, who are full of good intentions and missed marks. I chose the city because the city chose me when I was nineteen and in desperate need of feeling like a functioning human. I have loved it, even when I have hated everyone and everything else, […]
The big fat elephant in the room.
One of my good friends came over to my apartment the other night with a bottle of wine, and the intention to take advantage of my rooftop deck. I happily agreed to this trade, and we sat on my roof for awhile enjoying the company and the view. As we got to talking, I started […]
Unexpected Liberation 