Even from all the way in Thailand, Amitha is one of my most delighting friends ( Read more... )

Goodness, after a three week-long endorphin rush, tonight caught me off-guard. I spent all day on the subway. My watch just wouldn't work. At dinner, I felt socially awkward and lonely among people who didn't know me or ask me a single question about myself. Holding a frozen margarita the size of my head, I felt like I had lost all my ( Read more... )

( Things began in a respectful way, I assure you. )

Okay, dudes, I'm not going to pretend my haircut hasn't revolutionized my life and how I view myself and the world around me, and how much I want to take and post photographs of myself all the time. Behind the cut you'll find pictures of my friends and I from the weekend, looking ( hot, hot, hot. )

my lovely homeland in the evening, courtesy of pooja kishnani, my lovely homegirl


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I started to not feel like myself:


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Today was just about the best goddamn day ever. I couldn't stop singing. This could mean one of two things. Things are indeed changing, or I probably have the beginnings of bi-polar disorder ( Read more... )

Man, yesterday I had the diametric opposite of the horrific gynacological visit endured in Thailand in January, documented here. I was asked what I did to whom and how and how often and since when and when was the last time and what do I use if anything and blah blah blah. And my doctor was hard of hearing (literally) so I had to answer a lot of ( Read more... )

Last night was my first weep session after my life-altering haircut. I guess on some level I expected to never cry again. I'm feeling a lot like I did in those days leading up to my impulsive decision to move back to Thailand the summer after graduating from Emerson. Perhaps it's seasonal. Maybe if this time I lived through it, I will somehow ( Read more... )

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