After arranging my sordid affair a lunch date with The Hot Italian, I had three days to learn as much of the Italian language as I could. There’s no better motivation to study than the fear of awkward date silences, amiright?
All of my single (and non-single, actually) female friends were so jealous when I told them I was going to Italy. I mean, it’s Italy! Everyone knows Italy is full of tanned athletic soccer players that would make me romantic candlelit dinners and call me “bella” every five minutes.
Just in case you were ever wondering who was behind the Kelsapoodle (and what the heck that meant anyways)…. I have been nominated for a Liebster award!
After my water bottle exploded on Chet Faker at the end of an eight hour plane ride, I died of embarrassment and decided the best way to revive myself was to drink a wholeee lot of coffee.