Every Type Of Boy You’ll Find On Hinge
A run down of every type of boy you’ll find on the dating app, Hinge.
From freaks to fitties, check the list out. Remind you of anyone?
Category: The Witty Prose
Sex Confessions from the Red Light District
Real Sex Confessions from Amsterdam’s Red Light District.
Read to find out people’s dirtiest secrets.
Why Instagram Made Me Hate Petra, Jordan
Read why Instagram made me hate Petra, Jordan.
It’s not why you think…
Find The Hidden Chapel At The Top Of This Mountain
You ever heard of my g, Moses? Ever wanted to climb to the place where he received the Ten Commandments from God? Ever wanted to see THE Burning Bush as described in the holy book?
Nah me neither but here’s a hike you can do that is a little off the grid and not as basic as my short stint in Yosemite.
Egypt: a country steeped in bribery or just good tips?
Throughout this blog you’re going to see some images that are pretty cool (in my humble opinion) but I would never have been able to capture these if not for one thing, money.
Las Vegas: a night out alone…
What happened when 4 friends got separated on a night out in Vegas and didn’t reunite until the morning… Read about it here!
Yosemite: the ultimate unfit, non-gymming, slightly chubby student’s guide to the National Park
Speaking of which, the brochures Yosemite hand out are very informative, especially on the topic of hungry animals. If you encounter a mountain lion ‘hold kids up so that they look bigger’ not sure how sound this advice is? Also, if it attacks you ‘always fight back’. What kind of advice is this?! Ffs.
San Francisco: one way journey on the Vomit Comet to the world’s sweatiest man
“In the same night I got touched up by a 17 year old, saw a girl chun in a bar, met America’s worst comedian and danced with the world’s sweatiest man.”
L.A.: My Tinder Nightmare
We snuck out through the back. We’d just had a lovely night together aside from the stalker, everything was fine right? NO, again, no. While your princess (me) was asleep the tinder man sent me these messages…
New Orleans: Nashville but on meth
I saw some old woman, (who I’m going to say was at least 80) ride down Bourbon Street in a people bike wearing nothing but a bra and skirt blasting out ‘Move Bitch Get Out the Way’.
Memphis: the home of nothing except Elvis
People had scooters, bikes, others were simply running for their lives with one guy screaming to his friend in a higher pitch than most little girls, “I CAN’T RUN IN THESE SHOES”.
Nashville: Cowboy Maga
A word to describe Nashville? Fun. Two words? Guiltless fun.
