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39 Weeks, 3 Days: Skipped Last Week Cuz Busy, Welcoming Travelers Again – 1st Year Without Mom Almost Done, Keep Moving On – NFL Fantasy en Español (Semana 6 y 7)
39 Weeks, 3 Days. I skipped last week. The blog and the NFL fantasy summary (like anyone cares except my fantasy group). Pablo, a friend from childhood, wrote the review and did a pretty good job about it. I lost my match. I lost my bet. This week. Some of the same… but not as…
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36 Weeks, 3 Days: October is here: Christmas Decisions to Make it Less Shitty – Comedy Stand-Up Cover – NFL In Spanish Week 4 and A Lot of Word Vomit
36 Weeks, 3 Days. Like I mentioned before, I actually lost count. I just know by looking back at the blog that it’s been in fact 36 weeks, 3 days. It’s a weird feeling because it feels long ago but at the same time very recent. Long ago, because I am already sort of used…
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35 Weeks, 3 Days: THANKS to My First Two Patreon Contributors – More Cover Pictures – NFL Fantasy Week #3
35 Weeks, 3 Days. Another cover last week, another cover tomorrow, another cover the week after. Then probably an illustration. And after that, probably another cover. Thus my life continues taking pictures of covers for an alt-weekly in the year 2019. Here’s the latest: It was a great shoot…!! And a great night! Got free…
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33 Weeks, 3 Days: Slow Down September – NFL Fantasía BEGINS – Conclusions of Spending Some Sober Time
33 Weeks, 3 Days. I’ve been getting some anxiety when I go out to my favorite places in town… I’m afraid I’m going to bump into her and all the depression and feelings will come out. After all, my favorite bar is one of her favorite bars. But at least is slow down September. Not…
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32 Weeks, 5 Days: It Got Worse, But I am Better – Dwelling on the Past and Moving On – Slow Down September, Plus NFL and more Work!
32 Weeks, 5 Days. Welp. That was short-lived. And painful. It still sucks to wake up. It’s the worst part of the day. I just yell at my cats and they don’t come. So I just stay there feeling like shit. Today… I woke up to a message from my ex. My tiny ex from…
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32 Weeks, 3 Days: No More Burgers Please – Weekend Depression, Anger, and Frustration – Scum of the Earth
32 Weeks, 3 Days. August went fast. The year sort of stretches and collapses. Sometimes it’s really slow. Sometimes it’s really fast. Erase whiteboard. Throw up the new schedule. September looks busy. And when it’s slow, it can get really slow. And when it’s sad it can get really sad. And when it’s mad, it…
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31 Weeks, 2 Days: “The Achiever” according to Enneagram – NFL Fantasy Has Begun – Still Alive… I Guess
31 Weeks, 2 Days. I just scheduled two payments on my student loans from North Dakota. Yes. My student loans come from North Dakota for some shitty reason. I still owe $5,500+ and I’m paying $105 per month. Which… really hurts. My other student loans are bothering me as well. I ignore it. I don’t…
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30 Weeks, 1 Day: Food Makes Me Happy – Any Minor Failure Makes Me Wanna Die – Gaming with the Nephew
30 Weeks, 1 Day. There’s a chair sitting next to a table that belonged to my grandma and the table was supposedly my grandpa’s who I barely met. On that table, I have some of my mom’s ashes inside and urn that was my grandma’s surrounded by several of her turtles with two big paintings…
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28 Weeks, 3 Days: The Daily Battle – Waking Up Sucks – Typing Away in a Bar
28 Weeks, 3 Days. I haven’t been having the best of days. Waking up is the worst part of my day. I just feel heavy with no motivation to even get out of bed. And I still fight through it. Make some coffee. Drink a lot of coffee. Work out a bit. Have breakfast. Shower.…
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26 Weeks, 0 Days: Food Photography for FEAST (and more) – Trade Business – Keeping Busy is Best
26 Weeks, 0 Days. I’ve been feeling better. Even my therapist says it sounded like I’ve been better. Therapy is good. Even though it’s only once every two weeks for just a short period of time and it still feels like I’m just paying someone to hear my awesome stories (hah, yeah right). It helps…
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25 Weeks, 2 Days: Turtle for Mom, Ceremonial Ash Tattoo – Pride and Time – More Photo Work Please
25 Weeks, 2 Days. Many times, I start the blog because I say I will write today. Then stop. And do nothing. It feels like today is one of those days. But I shall write some stupid shit about my feelings and the week I had and my new tattoo. First, breakfast. Birria tacos probably.…
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22 Weeks, 1 Day: Procrastinating and Unpaid Work – Going to Therapy – Rosarito Foodie Fest Cuz I’m an “Influencer”
22 Weeks, 1 Day. I originally was going to write at 21 weeks, 4 days. Procrastination and the willingness to do absolutely nothing got the best of me. I do nothing but play video games and… then play more video games. Ok. I did something yesterday. And something the day before. So at least something.…
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19 Weeks, 4 Days: Post Vacation Depression – CDMX In Tons Of Pictures Through IMGUR – DMV Tomorrow, Tons of Work Next
19 Weeks, 4 Days. I’m depressed to be back. It’s not Tijuana. It’s life. I guess that’s what I was trying to avoid. Because… Tijuana… Tijuana is still great. My last night in CDMX was a lazy one because it was a Monday. Not much to do on Mondays I guess. Much less when your…
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19 Weeks, 2 Days: Loving CDMX And Coyoacan Where I Was Born – Hanging Out With Rockstars (Not Literally) – Vacation is Over, Sad
19 Weeks, 2 Days. Last day of vacation. CDMX has been a wild and entertaining ride. I do not want to go back to border crossing life reality. I’ve been so distracted that thinking about mom all the time has diminished. I almost lost count again… it’s weird. Life still feels weird. This city has…
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18 Weeks, 3 Days: Murdered Nostalgia in Queretarock – Cervecería Hercules is a BEAST (and More Beer Back Home) – Rinconcito Chill and Astrophoto
18 Weeks, 3 Days. Mom would have loved this place. I’m in Tecozautla, Hidalgo, in the ranch of my friend’s parents. The ranch is called Rinconcito, and for now, it’s just a lovely open-court house and not much of a ranch. Their property stretches quite a bit though, and you can see the future of…
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17 Weeks, 2 Days: Bowling Solo, Achieving High Score – Wrap Up Work, Vacation Time Soon – GoT and Such
17 Weeks, 2 Days. Whenever someone mentions my mom… I get to the verge of tears and hold back. Typing that I basically had the same reaction. I know. I know. It’s healthy to cry. But trust me, I’ve done it enough. And I rather not do it in public. I cry almost on every…
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Week 17, 0 Days: Busy with Work, Birthday, Viejito Fest, Projects, Photos, Yacht Life, And All That Jazz
Week 17, 0 Days. I haven’t been able to sit on my desk in more than a week. This is the first time I sit down without a mountain of things to finish… And I still have a lot to finish. So I can’t really be wasting my time with my blog. But I need…
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15 Weeks, 3 Days: Nightmare Week Starts Soon – Great Weekend, Tons of Work – Moving On is Healthy
15 Weeks, 3 Days. For the first time since January 19th, I sort of forgot the count. It’s not like I count on purpose… just every day I woke up thinking how long it has been. And this week, it sort of passed me by. I knew Saturday was week 15, though I had my…
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14 Weeks, 2 Days: Post 500! – Fantasy Girls (Palm Giraffe) – So Much Work for May – Querétaro and Mexico City Travel Plans (Unclear!)
14 Weeks, 2 Days. Waking up still sucks. I don’t think I’ve had a decent night sleep all of 2019. I usually wake up at 3 or 4 a.m., drink some water, then I try to go back to bed. And. I never do. I just lay there. My brain constantly attacking me with depressive…
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13 Weeks, 3 Days: Waking Up Sucks – Painted on a Mural – Tryin’ To Keep Myself Busy (Post #499)
13 Weeks, 3 Days. I hate waking up. Waking up is the worst part of my day. Mostly because it means I’m some sort of sober. Mostly because I’ve been waking up at around 3 a.m. having nightmare negative thoughts and being unable to sleep again. Those thoughts are still pretty much the same. I…
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13 Weeks: Website Gets a New Look To Make Pictures Look Prettier – CDMX/Querétaro Itinerary Going Well – Did a Business (or Two) and Eating at Cine Tonalá
13 Weeks exactly. Mom left this world 13 Saturdays ago. I think about her from the moment I wake up. I think about her through the rest of the day. Always holding back some tears… I miss you so fucking much mom… It’s still not real. It still feels like I’m going to see you…
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12 Weeks, 4 Days: Depression is a Bitch (And so are you) – Found a Strange Note on a Strange Day
12 Weeks, 4 Days. And apparently, blogging every day. And what a strange day yesterday was. Depression is a bitch, but I’m handling it alright (I believe). I woke up feeling better. Early as fuck again. Wishing I could sleep more. But feeling better. Stupid comments made me feel slightly better. Silly how they often…
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12 Weeks, 3 Days: Mexico City/Querétaro Vacation Next Month – Lovely Suicidal Thoughts – Financial Woes
12 Weeks, 3 Days. I just bought a ticket to Mexico City from May 22nd to June 4th. Before and after buying it, I was stressing out over financial concerns. I still fucking bought it. $150 was the total. I need tacos before I continue. I need to write for profit instead of writing to…
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11 Weeks, 4 Days: Juanster in Tijuana, Tequila, Sexo y no Marihuana – FB Memories – LiLo Because Why Not
Juanster is asleep on the couch after two nights of Tijuana Adventures. It’s been many moons since I ventured down to Zona Norte and the brothels. I spent a lot of money that I really shouldn’t be spending. Ok. It wasn’t that much. But it was still money that disappeared for falling in love and…
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11 Weeks, 2 Days: Busy Afterlife – Great Show at Mous Tache (PLEASURES) – Brunch of Photo Shoot (and Many More to Come)
11 weeks, 2 days have gone by. It still feels like if I went out to college or just not living near my mom like I did for a long time. Then after 3 or 4 months of not seeing her. I would get home. That comfort of home. That’s gone forever. And that’s why…
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