The following entries have been recovered from the diaries of beloved blogger and former Jersey girl, Go Jules Go. Her current whereabouts are unknown. Presumably because, according to her new neighbors, “The service here sucks.”
Day 1: Arrive in Bend, Oregon. Apartment appears well-appointed, though several disturbing items were left on the counter. “Gifts,” the landlord claims. I remain suspicious.
Day 2: Attend first social gathering under the guise of celebrating someone’s birth. I do not trust these people. Why do they look so…happy?
Day 6: Forced to attend nudist retreat. My plans to go unnoticed thwarted by bathing suit, yet how else do I protect myself amidst the steaming pools of hippie tears hot springs? Must not show nipples weakness.
Day 9: Have risen at 6am for three days straight to engage in something called “trail running.” Zero alcohol remains in my system, yet I suspect they’ve slipped something into my kombucha. I feel…well.
Day 12: Small children and classical music-listening puppies surround me. I fear I am beginning to crack.
Day 21: Ford raging river and sustain 923 bug bites. My survival skills have improved markedly.
Day 30: Discover Trivia Night’s discount beer and tots. They are on to me.
Day 37: Have begun making strange hand gestures following outdoor pursuits. The situation is becoming increasingly dire.
Day 44: Learn the art of metalsmithing from a man who would not accept compensation. What drives the human spirit in this land of zero expectation?
Day 57: The hand gestures have become second nature; I can no longer fight it.
Day 63: Have accepted that I will never know real pizza again.
Day 70: Complete something called a “10k race”… “for charity.” Would have been charitable to not force feed participants hard cider 30 seconds following this strange event.
Day 71: Witness skinny dippers in a frigid lake. Oregonians must fear clothing the way I fear I’ll never stop watching The Hills on Amazon Prime.
Day 80: Trucker hat and race “tech” shirt. Uncle Jesse no longer recognizes me.
Day 90: Socks with sandals. All hope is lost.
This is the last known recording from Go Jules Go. If you have any information, please contact 1-800-CRY4HLP.
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What transformations have you undergone?
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Go Jules Go 
Socks with sandals. The Jersey Girl is most assuredly dead.
And buried.
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Trail Running? Hand gestures? *clears throat*…HAPPY faces? We happen to be on reverse transformations…I’m a midwest girl currently misplaced in Jersey. I have now started honking at other cars before I even leave my driveway as a preemptive measure. Oregon looks good on ya!
HA! That’s definitely one of the things I noticed immediately – the complete LACK of honking here… Give NJ my best, and, I’m so sorry. 😉
Yo ensure full transformation, are you still shaving your legs and armpits daily? And how many fleece pullovers do you own?! 😂😂
To not yo. Haha.
I’m now a regular at the second hand outdoor gear shop. And, I might even stop plucking my chin hairs.
Yeah, they are fun to twirl while in meetings.
I suppose there’ll be “Have You Seen Me” pictures of you on kombucha bottles.
Printed in beet juice ink and distributed by a man on a unicycle (<–thing I actually saw the other day).
You. Are. Awesome. And clearly always meant to be an Oregonian. Welcome home.
I’m not sure who this is, especially since everyone I’ve met here is this nice and welcoming, nevertheless, THANK YOU! I don’t think I’ve ever felt more at home.