About the blog

What does one do when one falls in love with one of those lazy, pretentious, vertically-challenged Bong men? Well, if I had any sense, I would have indulged in certain kinds of pseudo-intellectual pursuits for a couple of months and then once we had exhausted everything from Kant to Marx to Tolkien, I would have said a poignant goodbye to the man over a beautiful Key West sunset. Or maybe over some excellent Pisco sours in the the heights of Machu Pichu; there's definitely no shortage of breathtaking break-up locations. And then I would have promptly gone back home and married that nice Tam boy my appa so dutifully picked out for me and lived happily ever after. But alas! there's no point in discussing what would have been. For now, let it suffice to say that I am supposed to be getting married off to my Bong fiance on December, the 5th of this year. And I plan to document my gradual initiation(indoctrination?) into the Bong way of life in these pages in the months to come.