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34 Weeks, 3 Days: Published TJ Tour Guide Stories Book Here – Support me on Patreon (Hah) – NFL in Spanish Semana #2
34 Weeks, 3 Days. I miss a good home-cooked meal. My diet is composed of tacos, burgers (no more please), pizza, burritos, more tacos, different types of tacos, sometimes chicken wings, and beer. I also consume garbage Oxxo food from time to time. Their shitty sandwiches and whatnot. I like good sandwiches. There are no…
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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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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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29 Weeks, 2 Days: Great Days / Bad Days – Work, Errands, Broke, Book, Work – Business Cards Photography
29 Weeks, 2 Days. Honestly, I lost count. Which seems like progress. I have to look at my previous blog to remember how long ago it was. Weird that it’s also the count of how old is my baby niece. I saw her yesterday. My niece and nephew are cool. I shall try to be…
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27 Weeks, 3 Days: Drinking El Segundo – Jamming with Hudson – Driving Donatella Far
27 Weeks, 3 Days. More than half a year. It still feels so weird. It still feels like I’m going to see her on some holiday break. It still makes me cry when I realize I’m not going too. I didn’t do much yesterday. I’m not doing much today. I don’t like it when I…
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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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24 Weeks, 3 Days: It’s Mom’s Birthday – June Sucked, July Shouldn’t – Memorial Ashes Tattoo
24 Weeks, 3 Days. It’s mom’s birthday today. She would be 62. My brother posted a sad post. It made me cry immediately. I hate it how easy it is to make me cry. And it’s not like a small cry. It’s uncontrollable sobbing. It happens randomly when I think of her. It happens many…
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23 Weeks, 2 Days: Slow June and Crippling Depression – Afterlife Continues – Shit Post
23 Weeks, 2 Days. I woke up to the news that a classmate died of cancer. I was never really friends with her. But I was friends with her husband when I was in middle school. I haven’t really seen the dude in many years, but I do have him on Facebook, so I’ve kept…
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22 Weeks, 4 Days: Tamara in Tijuana – Weird Dreams and Broken Mirror – My Cover Shot I Like, More to Come
22 Weeks, 4 Days. My mom showed up in my dreams. It wasn’t specifically just her. She was barely a part of it from the little I remember. And she was with my dad… There were two girls in that dream. One was Asian American. The other one was white and not my type but…
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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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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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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: 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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12 Weeks, 2 Days: Tijuana Netflix Review – Good Days/Bad Days – Depression and Food Poisoning Weekend
12 Weeks, 2 Days. There are good days. There are bad days. Good days can be great. Bad days are horrible. Good days are when I get to work and my job is fun and satisfying. Bad days are when little things happen and my brain goes to “fuck everyone.” And it was a wild…
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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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10 Weeks, 3 Days: Still Miss Her, Still Sucks – There Are Good Days (and Tons of Work) – Addicted to Tetris 99 (and one victory!)
I woke up at 4:35 a.m. to the sounds of “Estos Celos” by Vincente Fernández. It was playing loudly from a car idling on the red light on the corner of my building. That’s my old roommate’s go to song in karaoke. His Spanish gets worse as time goes by. Then it felt heavy. My…
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Mid-December: The End Approaches (Again) – Losing in Fantasy (Again) – Bye to Bumble Girl (Again)
I’m blogging when I shouldn’t be blogging… I’ve had a weird week. And here I am… The year is about to end. I’m not sure what I’m doing next year except I have a new weekly distributing gig, so nice guaranteed money. And I still have the photo gig. And I’m still writing. And I…
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End of November: Not the Ideal Way To End The Year – Waste of a Month, 2019 is Near – Venting (It’s Really Over With Bumble Girl Now)
I was wrong. I thought we were going to end up as friends. She is great. She has a big heart. She’s good towards everyone. After the things she said almost two weeks ago, it should have ended there. She said nothing but friends. That’s where I should have stopped. But we kept talking. And…
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Sad End of the Year: Losing in Fantasy and Everything Else – Migrant and the Drama Llama
It’s some sort of holiday in Mexico. It’s some sort of holiday in the US. It means nothing to me. I had a horrible Monday after having a great weekend. It all started to go downhill on Sunday… When she left. And I started missing her. Then, on Monday, I got that dreaded text. “Let’s…
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Sucker Punched to my Face by a Stranger Outside Nelson Bar – NFL Fantasía – Spending More Time with Bumble Girl
I got sucker punched on my face last night after exiting Nelson around 1 a.m. or so. That’s how this story begins. It was a crazy Monday. It was a crazy weekend. It has been some very interesting days since I met her. Yes. The Bumble girl I met and that I like. We are…
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