Listen, I’m no saint. I do crazy shit sometimes, as must we all, but I had always heeded the words of my mother: don’t ride on motorcycles. So, I had successfully managed to live in Rome for three long years without even once... https://t.co/ZwGl9aEDfU
Instead of hands running sticky with gelato and roaming gangs of tourists shamelessly posing and loitering, hands run sticky from cheap beer- and god knows what else- while droves of drunk study abroads who came to Rome to find themselves stumble home https://t.co/IlisW8O42T
So, somehow you’ve had the good fortune to stumble across my blog, and now you’re thinking, ‘what the hell is this’? Don’t worry, I’ve shared this same sentiment many a time, as ‘this’ is an account of all of the utter ridiculousness that is my life. https://t.co/nMFqLbDr2T