I sometimes get messages of appreciation from strangers, sometimes weirdos from my high school who send dick pics.
The place is like being in a real-life movie. America is just a walking, talking stereotype of food, size and accents.
Right, so I was trying not to drink alcohol this month (formally known as Go Sober for October) and it went about as well as the time I tried to not text my crazy ex for a month.
Comedy often touches on raw nerves, that's why we laugh. It's used to get points across and to talk about uncomfortable subjects.
Some flamin' galahs will be voting NO in the Australian same-sex marriage plebiscite, which is currently costing the country millions.
Recently I stopped eating meat forever. The decision was made one morning watching a very interesting video on YouTube when I was supposed to be in the shower getting ready for work.
I bopped around like a nigel-no-friends for about an hour before Rach approached me checking to see if I was straight ("enquiring for a male friend", apparently).
"We are High Priestesses of Sacred Silliness. We are artists and healers with a mission to empower all humans to be fearless, honest and compassionate."
I've always felt like maybe if I was wearing contacts instead of glasses people might automatically perceive me as less annoying.
It's seriously like a bedroom for ants. Incy wincy spiders would love it in here. Stuart Little should move in.
They both knew something was up when I was saying goodbye, they got really weird and quiet and tried to follow me. I'm tearing up just writing about it.
I'm feeling really emotional today. And it's not because I have my periods. At lunch I went to listen to a free talk being put on for National Refugee Week, by Women for Refugee Women.
I woke up today and I was 30. There's a big three now kicking back where a nice youthful two once stood. It's a bit weird and I feel different. Like hairier or something.
When I got back to work and announced I'd just been stoned in Amsterdam for two days there was an awkward silence that made me think my 'Show & Tell' wasn't appropriate.
I love Moroccan seasoning and chickpeas and everything, but I guess I’ve never known enough about the culture or the country to feel that enticed to visit.
I'm not scared, I'm just bored. Tired of having no one to share the experience with and totally over selfies.
Lebanon "has the most religiously diverse society of all states within the Middle East". So alcohol isn't forbidden and the nightlife is boomin'.
On top of the nightlife seeming like nothing more than stale naan, I also didn't feel like doing much because I was tremendously sad pants.
Choking and speaking in tongues. Well, obviously it sounded like tongues to me. I suppose it was just her native language.
A perfect example of why I think India is a stupid idiot combined with an adorable little sweetheart...
It's actually crazy considering how up in arms we are about hygiene, yet we wipe our butts with tissue??
I wasn't in the head space to be around such disadvantage. Being a privileged traveller in areas of poverty has always torn at me, but today was particularly bad.
Following my last post about being emotional and sad and heartbroken.
I was sure the universe was telling me not to go and I’m still kind of sure the universe was telling me not to go.
There's a bit of a stereotype about people who don't travel. The stereotype says they're uncultured One Nation supporters who go around calling Australia "the best country in the world."
"Busabout is looking for two travel addicts to send on the trip of a lifetime!"