Saw a 1500-year-old church/mosque/museum, walked for miles (kilometers), drank Nescafé from a can, ate lunch beneath a photo of Anthony Bourdain, didn’t drink enough water, burned my shoulders, bought some souvenirs, started planning my next visit. Istanbul, you beautiful monster. (at Ayasofya)
"He got one of the lead roles in his school production of Hairspray. I got a little mixed up and told everyone my son was playing the lead role in Hair. Turns out that Hair is the name of a play with naked people."
Just revisited the comments on the post I wrote pseudonymously about finding out I had HPV (fuck it, it’s gone now, who cares who knows I had it) and they have been taken over by spambots who claim to have had their HIV cured by a spell caster. To the future!
Best spambot name is either “Saad Butt Saad Butt” or “Becky Salami”