A wellness-humorist. Yeah, that's a thing. All thoughts, words, pictures, and diseases are my own.
Korean Farewell It has now been over a week since I left South Korea. In that time I have aggressively reunited with my friends–the type of partying you would expect in New Orleans and Baton Rouge after 7 months apart–exhausted Bumble and Tinder swipes, drove my vehicle around town solely because I could, and
Midnight Train to Seoul (and a ferry ride to Japan) I’m writing this post re-telling events from a few days back. I needed that much time to decompress. Spoiler alert: In 48 hours I attempted to scale a moving train, was assumed an international thief, scolded for dodging traffic outside of Seoul Olympic stadium, drunk
“Sunday Funday” “Sunday Funday” is an American colloquialism that I like. Basically, it is a label that makes getting drunk on Sundays acceptable and fun. I dig it. I had a Sunday Funday in Korea. I’ve chronologically organized the events for accuracy and entertainment. If you find yourself in Asia, please, don’t hesitate to
