Wednesday, December 4, 2013


Well. This was a bust. Fucking Mexico. I tried. Maybe not as hard as I could. I think I picked the wrong city, maybe. I don’t know.

Ohhhh where to next. Houston, eh gross, gag. Seattle. Port Angeles. Japan?

I think this experience completely burned me out on teaching.

For fucks sake, I didn’t even learn Spanish.


17 more days left. I don’t know if I should soak it in, or just sleep a lot so the time passes faster.


  1. Obviously I don't know all the little circumstances of your experience but over all I think the fact that you even did it is out-fuckin-standing. Not sure how much the observations of a juggling ass clown such as myself is worth, but I don't think you have anything to regret. Not that you said you did, but I think you feel me... maybe? haha

    1. I wasn't calling myself an ass clown, haha. It was more like my juggling ass, oh boy.

    2. Ha, I know you read the other blog, but it's all butter and bullshit. Maybe once I'm gone, I'll write a completely honest account. Not while I'm still here, though. I'm sure I'll regret it, maybe some day, but right now, it's a weight lifted, so I gotta go with the gut. I FEEL YOU.

    3. Ass clown. Go home, you're drunk.

    4. Haha, I don't even drink.

      Do your thang, I ain't mad at you. It's too easy to get stuck because it's easier, yet, you refuse to be stuck. That's cool.

  2. I think regardless of how it turned out, you took a chance... not many people can say that. You faced your fear and now you are on to your next chapter, I think you are brave to have tried... :)

  3. This makes me a little bit sad. I was kind of hoping we'd meet up there, sometime in another life.

    Breakfast After 10

  4. guh. listen to your gut, that's where your heart lives (or something like that).