Alicia, over the phone: What are you doing? Me: I'm in the library, trying to get some work done...but I'm not feeling up to it... A...

Hostels notoriously have random things hiding under the beds in dorms or in the lockers, accidentally (or intentionally?) left behind by oth...

Anger is extremely motivational; at least it is for me. When situations manage to really get under my skin and push me close or over that br...

I don't typically like reposting YouTube videos featured on the website Towleroad , since by the time videos gets featured there, they h...

Me: “Ya, our hostel in Hobart was right next door to a gay club. Then, in Launceston, the downstairs bar of the hostel was hosting some sort...

I open my eyes. Wait, when did I come back to my bed? , I think to myself. I look over at my clock: 7:40am. I look around my room in the ho...

One week ago I left Canada for Australia. In my last week of canadian-hood, I was running around trying to see my friends as much as possibl...

Let me start off this experience with a preface: bathhouses in general creep me out. Random sex with strangers, no knowledge at all about th...

As you might be able to tell from my last post , I've accidentally started dating a guy. Funny how these things develop at the least opp...

Him: You think too much. Me: Ya, I know... Him: It's not good for you. Just go with it. I laugh awkwardly - it seems to be turning into...