A few days worth of late starts ( Read more... )

Thus far, comfortable in our palatial quarters, there has been no immediate threat of an Eli Roth-style death, but rather a feeling of being at home. Still, armed with kitchen knives and battened hatches, we'll sleep a little more soundly tonight ( Read more... )

We were hurled out of the Metro, luggage in tow, onto one of the most beautiful streets I've ever seen. We made our way to the hostel, where I was politely informed by an employee from Haagen Dazs that I had a sticker on my bum. After a payphone ate all my change without letting me make my call, leaving me only a washer in the coin catch, we were ( Read more... )

Empty airport. Foul stinking bathrooms ( Read more... )

1. I'm a teacher by trade, and yet have no desire whatsoever to procreate. Some think it strange that my chosen profession involves children, and yet I feel I may be allergic to them. To me, it all makes perfect sense. For me, child-birth conjures up an image of that scene from Alien with John Hurt and the squigglies in his tummy. Ick, ick, ick. ( Read more... )

It's as simple as neglecting to return a phone call.

As you like it.