I checked my email as I walked onto the line 6 train of the subway. If there is one thing in the world I love, it's the Seoul Metro. Even though your deep underground there is fantastic wifi and cell service. So good, that I got a notification from an email sent the previous day. It was the design for the tattoo I was on my way to get. After no response, he emailed again confirming our appointment.


My bag was heavy to hit the floor despite packing light. Marie Kondo says to always greet your home, especially after a month of travel. I said, “Fuck you, house.” I was drowning in mismatched floral wallpapers and unnecessary ottomans. Ugh. I flopped onto my bed face first. I couldn’t summon the energy to smoke … Continue reading V-day