Plan B

I didn't like it out there.

And I do not have a Plan B.

I'm like well? I can live and work anywhere I want to.

So "where the fuck to now?"

I already know that geographicals aren't a cure.

They're a treatment. ;)


Posted at at December 16, 2016 on Friday, December 16, 2016 by |   | Filed under:

Is it a labyrinth, or is it a maze?

A labyrinth has a single through-route with twists and turns but without branches.A maze is a confusing pathway that has many branches, choices of path and dead-ends.
A labyrinth is not designed to be difficult to navigate. It may be long but there is only one path (unicursal).A maze is a tour puzzle and can be designed with various levels of difficulty and complexity.
A labyrinth has only one entrance and that is also the exit. There is just one path from the entrance to the center.A maze may have different entry and exit points.
Some labyrinths have a spiritual significance. They signify the complex and long path to reach God.Mazes are used in science experiments to study spatial awareness and (sometimes) intelligence.

Posted at at December 14, 2016 on Wednesday, December 14, 2016 by |   | Filed under:

The Bakery

At the intersection of different languages and cultures I find that I don't really mind that nobody understands what the hell I'm saying.

I dropped a baguette on the floor this morning. I shrugged, picked it up, sliced and buttered part of it, and ate it.

That got me a horrified look from some queen sitting at a nearby table in a suit and a tie.

I shot a dirty look back. Ah hah! I knew you were the one fucking the bald guy at the waffle maker.

Oh honey, just stop it. Do you even have any idea what goes on in a French bakery?

They take the loaves home, half sticking out of the bag.

Or they just sit there rattling around loose on a shelf for everyone to paw through.

You know, some people even tuck a loaf under their armpit for extra flavor before they hop on their bicycle. >8)

Posted at at December 13, 2016 on Tuesday, December 13, 2016 by |   | Filed under:

At least I'm pretty sure those footsteps on the cobblestones are mine.

You might think that the serial escape artist would be all over this job opportunity.

I'm known for taking random job offers in random cities, sight unseen.

I decided to go get a hotel and check it out before we got to the offer/acceptance stage.

Everyone's like "Who are you and what have you done with-?”

Because he doesn't care where he's going or what's going to happen there.

I got a connecting flight in Paris and checked in on Facebook. I announced that I was joining Al Qaeda to be a bareback comfort girl for the freedom fighters.

About 1 minute later my roommate was texting me: “GURL DELETE THAT SHIT RIGHT NOW.”

I think this has something to do with why Facebook closed my account with a message that I am “ineligible for Facebook.”

I woke up early from a dream: I'd put in my notice and I'd quit my job.

I was sad that I was leaving. I wasn't even sure why I was leaving. I liked my job... Why would I do that? It was one of the best things that had ever happened to me. Why are you doing this?

I wanted to call HR and take my notice back.

It was too late.

I grieved.

Posted at at December 11, 2016 on Sunday, December 11, 2016 by |   | Filed under:

About That

"It’s about how God continues to reach into the graves we dig for ourselves and pull us out, giving us new life, in ways both dramatic and small."

Nadia Bolz-Weber, "Pastrix"

Posted at at December 06, 2016 on Tuesday, December 6, 2016 by |   | Filed under: