It was a cold and rainy Seattle morning, and I had just finished texting a friend of mine a story about my inherent uncoolness. I put my phone away and stepped on the bus. It turned the corner as I was walking down the middle of the aisle looking for an open seat. And in … More The Bus Disease
I’ve been running on fumes this month and finally had a weekend off last week. For me this easily translates into spending at least one day being a lazy bum, sleeping for 12 hours and then watching movies and reading all day. I should be catching up with people, but I needed a day for … More The Weekend Recharge
I’ve been praying for Seattle summer to magically appear for months now. When it finally seemed like the clouds had parted, my life seemed set. I haven’t been in the city very often because I’ve been traveling with work. But even when I get fed up with the holier-than-thou-passive-aggressive Seattle attitude, there’s something about a … More Hot as Hades
I can safely say my job at this point in time utilizes two of my life skills: travel and talking to complete strangers. As everyone has learned who knows me, my days are frequently filled with random interactions with strangers, so I may as well get paid to talk to people in different places around … More Utah 9
As the man sitting directly behind me on the bus belched loudly and repeatedly, I found myself wondering how my life had come to this moment. I frequently bitch about how I loathe the passive aggressive attitude in Seattle, but I contemplated if it had rubbed off on me while I debated what my next … More Social Hiatus
It’s safe to say I’m outspoken and fairly vocal when it comes to issues that bother me or I feel are “unjust” in some way. I have a fair amount of fire in me when it comes to fighting for fairness. But after my recent bus stop encounters, I realized that I seem to be … More The Path to Passivity
I woke up yesterday morning with a fireball tattoo on my wrist and red fuzz all over my pillow. I spent the next 30 minutes in a groggy stupor, picking the red chunks out of my hair scrubbing the temporary tattoo off of my body, glad I had opted for the wrist placement versus the … More Stalking Santa
Transient Transplant 