For Good Measure…

by | Aug 6, 2014 | Europe | 2 comments

One last shitty thing about Bruges. Or Belgium in general…

My little wifi thing I paid a bunch of money for DOES NOT WORK in in this country. I know, I should’ve noticed that on the list of “Places This Dumb Thing Will Not Work” before I left, but there were a lot of fucking things to do before I left, and I missed this one, okay? STOP JUDGING ME, I WARNED YOU.

The good news for the day:

  1. I’m going to an open air market where there will hopefully be breakfast
  2. Jeff Buckley on the radio in my hostel lobby
  3. Dad’s surgery went well, even though they had to take out part of his butt tube (more on this later).
  4. I leave Bruges tomorrow
Wait, one more good thing about today… Bits just sent me this:

A thousand puppies will live forever if you share this post, I totally swear.

A random assortment of other crap you might be interested in reading…

This might be the grossest story you’ve ever heard

This might be the grossest story you’ve ever heard

I’m back in Bangkok, finally, after 32 hours of traveling, at least 3 of which were spent in various bathrooms trying to dig a piece of plastic out of my vagina. WELCOME BACK, Y'ALL! This isn’t how this trip was supposed to start, obviously… me, explaining to a...

Krakow: The Sh*t

Krakow: The Sh*t

I've written like 30 versions of this post. They all start with “I effing loved Krakow, I'm probably moving there, real sorry parents/boss/plants” and then they deteriorate into some made-up story about a juggler throwing his underwear at an accordion trio, which...

BOOOOO-HOOOOOOOO!

I go home today. WHAT AM I GONNA DO, Y'ALL?!? How am I going to live in my one little room and sit at my office and do all these normal things every day!? HOW am I not going to eat that insane cheese I ate yesterday, or not bike through adorable, windy streets, or not...

A thousand puppies will live forever if you share this post, I totally swear.

2 Comments

  1. Kimberly Claus

    OMG…WTF with that performance art piece. How does one even come across something like that? Bits???

    Reply

Submit a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Don’t Tell Any Crazy People…

(Except sometimes I pretend I'm still in other places I've been before. Play along, jerks.)

Get Crap in Your Inbox

Location-Specific Crap

Crap I’m Listening To

I dunno. Maybe somebody cares.

Want some creepy emails from me?

I don't even know why this is a question.

Sweet. Check your email, dood.

Share This