Soapbox


So I’ll cut straight to the chase. I am in the process of moving out of my apt and my boobs keep getting in the way. Literally. Also Barnes and Noble is bloody sexist.  (more…)

So I just realized…exactly two years ago, I had just arrived in South Africa and was beginning my study abroad adventures. At that point primarily concerned with finding breakfast and how to run the shower in my student house. Baby steps, I tell you, baby steps. I still miss it–the country, the people I met there (South African and others), the food, the conversation, and yes even that crazy, confusing, highly inefficient university. I still think about it everyday at least once, or end up talking about it almost as often. South Africa changed my life. (more…)

I think all owners of Nissan Armadas should be tied up, hauled by their disgustingly huge SUVs into the Kalahari and made to live there on nothing but pickles and clam juice for the rest of their sad, insecure little lives. I really hate Nissan Armadas. (more…)

I saw a homeless man in Walmart today. He was an elderly Asian man with a huge ratty coat, 5Xs too large old nike trainers, and a large bundle of blankets I’d seen on top of his head minutes earlier walking beside the road. He was in the cookie aisle, deliberating between Chips Ahoy and Nutter Butters. (more…)

I am not very good at writing regularly, which is unfortunate. My journal is suffering the same fate as well; it makes me feel guilty– I can hear my journal crying in the dark. All of which does not help my anxiety or stress level.

However, this doesn’t either. An OK highway patrolman physically and verbally assaulting an EMT trying to transport a patient, in an ambulance. It’s not excusable. (more…)