Thirteen Days

I have been in America thirteen days.  In that time, I have (with a large amount of assistance from  my mother – i.e., she did it all) purchased a house, rented temporary housing, bought a car (more on this later), met some awesome people, drunk all the wine, lost one of my favorite necklaces, written drunken poetry in a bar where they were playing True Blood on a projector screen, almost crashed into an Entergy truck, gone to a night club dressed as a slutty Hogwarts student, played with a ouija board, gotten a flat tire, petted some kitties, made a complaint to the attorney general’s office and been bitten by roughly 7000 mosquitos. I left it too long to blog due to the extreme amount of STUFF I’ve been packing into my days.  All I can tell...


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