A wellness-humorist. Yeah, that's a thing. All thoughts, words, pictures, and diseases are my own.
Below is a post I had written a few months back when I had ideas of a wellness/self-help blog. I didn’t follow through with it, as I was just trying to impress a yoga instructor, but I kept the writing. I also kept meditating. As I’ve grown, it has helped me tremendously. I also just
(I didn’t take any pictures of or within the spa. That would be illegal and in general, not good form. This is a picture of me licking the face of my best friends sister.) (Okinawa, Japan) Again, I need to start with a disclaimer: In no way am I attempting to ridicule or make fun
(Below is a gofundme plea I wrote for a friend who made the mistake of joking with me. After a long day of spring training, he texted me, venting about minor league pay, and joked that I should write a gofundme for him. He was joking. I wasn’t. I had about seven beers and wrote
Walter White, McDonalds, and a Taxi Ride (in Japan) Anthony and I are nearing a month away from domestic soil… That’s actually not true. We were in Guam for 11 days. Guam is a United States territory. I’m not sure why I’m still typing and explaining myself when the backspace/delete button is within reach with
Traveling and world experience are the paramount reasons I decided to move abroad–in Asia. When I return to home, in seven months, I hope to have gained invaluable life experience. I hope to be able to effectively communicate in another language and I hope to have gained at least several thousand Korean Instagram followers. I
Early Thoughts from Japan (Okinawa) Below, you are going to see bullet points. That is the stylistic/formative approach I’m taking for this literary deposition. I’m not being lazy or cheap, if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s just easier to organize a collection of observations like this in bullet form. Also, if you were thinking that
I’m writing this after having left Guam. I’m slightly saddened and I miss my friends. But, I must move on. I must remember my time spent there, at the LeoPalace, with fond memories and earnest tribute. So, I will write this posthumous. I’m not dead, but a part of me stayed behind on those tropic
(Guam-Osaka-Okinawa) This was a big day for me. Big. On my first international flight/exchange, I flew with my best buddy. We were able to navigate international barriers and travel together. There was no real stress and I enjoyed several beers both before and during our flights. I drank wine too, because it was free. But
Thoughts on a plane (Part 2, Houston to Japan) About four months back, when I made a way home to Washington, I churned out a solid rant of thought and observation (Thoughts on a Plane–First post written). I did this on a three hour flight, after I got a little saucy in the airport bar.
27 Years, 27 Reasons Why I Love My Mother (Nancy) I just turned 27 years old! That sucks. … I want to be 16 again. That’s how I’m feeling. I want to be breaking curfew, sneaking away from home. I want to be telling my mom I’m going to study down the street with
Prompts While at the beach you decide to write a message in a bottle. What would it say? Who would you like to find it? Why am I alone on this beach? That’s what need to be discussed first. Before anything else can be considered, and I can reach out via glass bottle transmission, I
