Just Do It

First of all, in analyzing my stats for this blog, it’s come to my attention that I have readers in Saudia Arabia, Indonesia, India and Vietnam. International Gangster. Additionally, Mexico is the number one reader of this blog, followed by the US and then Canada. Speaking of Mexico, I realized something while strolling down the…

Catch Up #1: The Final Countdown

After returning from Veracruz, I had 4.5 days left in Mexico, and a couple thousand pesos. The wise thing to do would have been to live as frugally as possible, convert the pesos into dollars, and save myself the awful situation of having to lock myself in my house until I start working on Easter…

Post V-Day Special: Not-So-Sola Traveler

First of all, an Extended Vacation Update: After two days in Antigua, I found that the charming architecture and cool people I’d met didn’t outweigh the offensive slew of Spanish-learning foreigners/non-itinerant itinerants that plague the uber-colonial city so I shuttle-bussed to San Pedro La Laguna, one of 12 villages nestled into the landscape around the…

BF Guest Blog: Mutual Interests

If you’re lucky, after a relationship’s rocky period comes the storm after the calm after the storm. You have retarded quantities of sex because you remember why you fell in lust love in the first place. You realize you’d become lax and that nights of beer and movies, though enjoyable, are not the building blocks of true…

Reconciliation Special: Do I Have Heart or Lack Balls?

When we last spoke, I was full of moxie, brimming with self-assurance. I stated that I would accept a face to face interaction should the heinous party arrive bearing gifts and shit tons of remorse. Here’s what transpired. I passed Tuesday in a fine manner, my first class having been canceled and my others fairly…

Love, Sex, and Writing Blogs

Remember two days ago when I made this whole brazen claim about how I was going to write a sex blog? I fucking can’t do it, and I am just sick about it. I’ve always viewed sex like that old Pringles commercial: Once you pop, you just can’t stop. I was a late bloomer in…

If Semen Was Wishes Then Hookers Would Ride

When faced with the choice of sweet or savory, I almost always opt for the latter. I’m a slave to Doritos, Cheetos, and any other artificially orange corn-based chippy product. I don’t delve into the Dove bars to downplay my depression but rather cheese, pastas, and cured meats. However, on the birthday, pastries are mandatory,…

The Silver Years: Celebrating 25 of Years of (My) Existence.

(**Birthday Post delivered three days after the fact due to alcohol and orgasm-induced hangovers and general sense of lethargy. I’m old now so I can say whatever I want.**) So last Thursday, which incidentally marked 25 years of my terrestrial existence, I had to work. Whatever. I was born in July, which means since the…

Of the Estomago: Oops, I Did It Again

As anyone who’se ever been to Mexico (or read my blog) knows, this is a dangerous place. Falling in love, buying too many pairs of earrings, and picking up a chilango accent in Spanish are all things that can happen to even the most savvy traveler. However, this place is more addictive than the drugs…

High Fidelity: Anniversary Special

I have been in a relationship, both on FaceBook and in life, for no more or less than three months. As I am mercurial on a good day, irascible on average, and, above all, prone to avoiding starry-eyed stratagem, this is kind of a big deal. Yes, I’ve cried Love before. Amor, Amour, and one…