Welcome, Amigo.
You found La Cuenta, Porfordore!
And what the fuck does Porfordore mean? Look into this Goodie.
This is a blog. Surprise.
Part diary, part dumping ground for things that don’t get said out loud. Or don’t fit anywhere else.
Or just sit there being a bit annoying.
I write about love. The kind that works, the kind that doesn’t, and the kind that really should have come with a warning label.
About grief that doesn’t take the hint.
About ordinary shit that somehow isn’t that ordinary if you look at it long enough.
And about walking. Camino and everything in between.
No life hacks. No “5 steps to unfuck your life.”
Just stories.
Dry. A bit off. Occasionally funny in the wrong moments.
Ready to pay off the bill of Life!
I write when there’s something to say. Not when an algorithm gets impatient.
So yeah- If you want, stick around and walk a bit with me.
Or don’t. No hard feelings.
-
An Interstellar TV
There are things I did while grieving… some of them seem so helpless now. For example, I went against every belief I hold when it comes to TVs. Fifteen years ago, I…
-
A lazy ass looking for adventure.
I can still remember how it all started- which is surprising in itself, because I usually can’t even remember what I had for lunch the same day.But this time, it’s still clear…
-
Love at first sight.
When I think about that feeling, I’m not even sure how to describe it. Right now I’m sitting in my car, writing down my thoughts while I wait for my appointment with…
-
Easter Bunny’s First and Only Outing
And yeah, I was a fat Bunny, once. So while I write this little piece, I also consume roundabout 500 calories in the form of a Lindt Easter Bunny. Found the fucker…
-
23:23 Worst Time of the night.
Life sucks. And to be honest, the last months have sucked more than any other time in my life. I lost the man I fell in love with at first sight- a…
-
When your tits start running away from you.
Well… there, I said it. For longer than I’d like to admit, I’ve been watching my tits slowly trying to escape my body. And honestly- isn’t that a shame? Dare I say,…
-
The Other Person in Me.
There are still things about me that catch me off guard, even at 37. For example, I had never met that other persona in me before- the version of me that shows…
