Friendship
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One hella rollercoaster… Literally.
I always thought I was good with rollercoasters—until I went to an American amusement park. You see, my whole previous experience with rides came from small local fairs. There were usually pirate ships, car racing rings, spinning swings, and other things like that. In later years, small but ridiculously crazy twisters appeared, but that was Continue reading
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You’ve Got a Friend in Me.
Continuing the madness of my last few days in America, I have to talk about two important experiences I shared with my best friend, Nordic Beauty. During one of our Saturday trips to Roslyn for YOLO, we chatted and complained about not really seeing all that much—the audacity of that is still staggering to me. Continue reading
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Happy Birthday… You Old Piece of Shit!
Those aren’t my words; that’s the congratulatory message I got from Nordic Beauty. Best friends, am I right? It’s cute how we fear aging when we’re young, terrified of every added candle on the cake. Scared that life will lose its magic. I mean, I’m still young. But it’s sweet to look back and laugh Continue reading
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God Bless America and Women – Wait, Am I Gay?
That was a good one, I know. And no, I’m not gay. But I learned a new word: bisexual. And suddenly, the world got a lot more colorful. This might sound strange to some people—understandably, it was 2017, not the deep, dark ’50s. But I come from a post-communist country and a town of 2,000 Continue reading
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Daddy issues, who?
Yeah, I know. What a cliché. But let me get into it. I haven’t been meeting up with Sir MagicalCarpet much anymore after he kicked me out of his apartment like an unwanted puppy. It was all weird, and I was annoyed by it. So I tried what every scorched woman has tried before. I Continue reading
Life in Ink and Footsteps 