…Because let’s face it, I’ve written fuck all since I moved to Hong Kong a year ago with the dream of turning my fancy master’s degree in journalism into any semblance of a career in the industry. I assumed that leaving Los Angeles as fast as I could swipe my father’s Mastercard (sorry, Dad) to buy a ticket over here was a shortcut to my goal of being a take-no-prisoners feature writer who traveled the world on the company dime, spent her free time getting 180-minute manipedis and didn’t put herself in debt to buy a pair of shoes. I didn’t want to be one of those people who had to work odd jobs to make rent or resigned themselves to half-heartedly working the management end of the family business.
- Boyfriend (via text): Is your hair cut drastic?
- Me: Yup. Got a mohawk.
- Boyfriend: Like we need the affirmation that we're a lesbian couple.