The danish language is difficult. It is easier if I am slightly drunk, or have a mouth full of food.
There are no words, really. But I’ll try.
We did tourist-y things in London and it was awesome!
Different chemistry. Different supplies. Different rules. New places.
How far do we have to advance in academia to feel like we really belong?
There you are: living in the US, cohabiting (is this a fucking word?) with a cat, and getting a job in Denmark. Despite what most of your family and friends tell you, you decide you are going to bring your furry friend to Denmark. You’re a planner, so you start figuring out the logistics of…
What can I put here that will make you keep reading? Imagine that’s what you just read.
Hey No-Pants…you can change these excerpts. =D
Badass-ery. No douchebagg-ery. Well, maybe a little douchebagg-ery.