It’s a good life, Tammi. Quit your whining.
She has a metal ring through her labia. Yes, I am watching that closely.
I’m reading and occasionally speaking to the café’s cat. He loves me … or my bowl of fish soup. The slut.
The grand plan had been to spend the afternoon tidying up the apartment, to grab an early evening’s bite out with Martin and then to pack a bag ...
Korey warned me that there would be days that I felt like this. Lonely. Bitter. Jaded.
He was my first advisor: a random contact on Lonely Planet’s Thorn Tree forum when I first decided to escape to Germany.
The Center’s unusual dome? Well, I assumed that it covered an internal courtyard.
I am alone with you in a now deserted area. Where are we going from here, buddy?
The good thing about waiting all day and night for my luggage is that I was rewarded with this beefy guy lifting—not rolling or dragging—the thing up the stairs. Nice, but what
I live in a BEAUTIFUL place in a HIP neighborhood.
I was out of the car for just seconds, looking up into that expansiveness and feeling very, very small.