This video doesn’t make any sense. I was out of my mind with sleep deprivation. Enjoy.
Author: Bri
Guess who’s BACK?!?
Me. Duh.
So I’m at the Portland Airport right now at exactly 5:04 AM, waiting for my TheseFolk video to upload and for my flight to Salt Lake City to board. I’m sipping a peanut butter shake (I thought it would be more breakfasty, but no, it’s a chocolate-peanut butter milkshake) with the taste of coffee cake and milk still on the back of my pallet. Families file in and out of the waiting area, desperately trying to find something healthy to grab for breakfast.
A printer sounds behind me, but everything else is silent. It’s too early for rousing conversation, and there are few to none young children around to complain about the early hour and the long waits.
I continue sitting, with my knee high green socks and my beat up, fully-stickered laptop across my folded legs, and breath it in. I kind of like airports, I realize. I mean, I’ve spent enough time in them lately. I like how straightforward it is to get around. I like the abundance of coffee shops.
Eugenia part 42
These Folk: Thoughts from Places- Budapest, Hungary
Flummoxed. A Short Story.
I don’t write short stories often. Also, as familiar as this may be to my real life, it is a work of fiction and most events in this story are entirely made up. Particularly the ending. Because it didn’t actually happen. But I was inspired by my own reclusive cynicism. Once again, before you start, I want us to be absolutely clear. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. EVENTS IN THIS STORY MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE BEEN INSPIRED BY REAL LIFE, AND ASSERTIONS THAT I MAKE IN IT ARE NOT MY ACTUAL THOUGHTS. Ok. Whew. We good? Ok. Let’s do this. Continue reading “Flummoxed. A Short Story.”
That’s what SHE said!
Ellen hates when I crack a “that’s what she said” joke. My speech team keeps track of who has the most. Somehow I always end up with more opportunities around the former and less around the latter. Such is life, I suppose. But I know an awful lot of people agree with Ellen. They think “that’s what she said” is demoralizing to women, they think it’s vulgar and crass. But I disagree. (Well, not with the vulgar thing. It’s definitely not a PG joke) Continue reading “That’s what SHE said!”
Burritos and Home
You know what surprised me most about living in Oregon? Not the torrential rain; I expected that. Not the niceness of the inhabitants. Not even the humidity, although I’ll admit that was one of the low points of my move. No, what surprised me the most was the lack of burritos. Continue reading “Burritos and Home”
Book banning
These Folk: How to crochet [FAIL]
Laia and I switched days this week since I’ll be out of the country on Sunday.
On Borders
So Borders is closing. Or declaring bankruptcy. Or something. Whatever. Not important. What IS important is that the Borders in my town is closing and that’s probably been the most devastating news I’ve heard since my parents got divorced. Not even joking. Continue reading “On Borders”