Ireland, Post Mortem

Ireland, Post Mortem

…and no one asked me what my job was. There are more important things to worry about – like whether your next drink is going to be a pint or a half pint.

Ireland, Days 2 & 3

It’s hard to keep up…writing blog entries.

Not drinking. The drinking? I’m good at.

Ireland, Day 1

Ireland, Day 1

I’ve made it to Dublin. How crazy; a desperation to take an LA break and a my friend Chloë’s tour through Ireland lined up incredibly well. So! Here I am.

Lemme Talk About Lyft

Lemme Talk About Lyft

When I quit my job, I did so with the safety net of Lyft. Rideshare would save me! I would be free to be me! Then I got hired for the only job I applied for.

Unemployed!

Unemployed!

Hey, everyone! I quit my job.

I did it in the least confrontational way possible: I called in sick on a day that my bosses decided I should have an off-cycle performance review and then emailed them on the next work day with my two weeks’ notice.

Amherst Avenue

Amherst Avenue

My parents sold the house I grew up in this week.

June, in Beyoncé GIFs

June, in Beyoncé GIFs

June was weird. I don’t want to wish away my life, but I’m glad it’s July.

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