Today is December 25th of 2020. Due to Covid 19, for the last couple of months we have a mandatory lockdown from 10pm to 6am. Yesterday it was December 24th and the government allowed us to be back at 1am. I always spent Christmas with my Spanish family, but this year I spent it with friends. I cooked a very nice vegan dinner: seitan with … Continue reading Barcelona has changed…
This year has been different for sure, not just for me, but for the world. I finished 2019 with hopes that 2020 would be better, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. For many people it has been a nightmare, lost of families and friends, lost of their business, and the lost of hope in general. For me it has been different, but … Continue reading Christmas day 2020
I started this year being on the edge of an emotional breakdown. I had a corporate job that I worked really hard to get. It was the job that I thought would be my dream job. I actually hated everything about it. Back on January 2020, I was trying really hard not to show my disappointment at work and I’m a good actress. It was … Continue reading January 2020 versus December 2020
I´m 39 years old and I do not need human babies in my life. Don´t get me wrong, I love kids, they are cute, innocent, fun, but I don´t need to have one of my own. I look at my cat and he gives me all the love I need. Is difficult to understand why some women think that the only way of being complete … Continue reading What if my cat satisfies my maternal instinct?
Well, Cata was a beautiful, grey, little chubby cat that I rescued from the streets when she was 2 months old. I always had cats, but Cata was my first very own feline. I just settled down in Barcelona, got an apartment that allowed pets and Cata one day unexpectedly showed up in my life. Cata died when she was 3 years. During the 2020 … Continue reading What the fuck is Cata love?
Why not? For me, is a perfect plan. I´m used to being alone, although I live with my cat and he is the best partner to be honest. I have always kept a distance between me and other people. I´m not attached to people, family or friends. I can easily live with a huge ocean in between us and not be upset about it. The … Continue reading Sunday Morning joint while wearing lingerie by myself at home
Back on 2003-2004, I was young and I wanted to travel really bad. I come from a country where the local currency is shit, so travelling around the world was a difficult dream to accomplish. I was going through a difficult time and I was very depressed. I saw a psychiatrist who put me on heavy medication right away. It didn´t feel right. Medication didn´t … Continue reading The time I got a job at a ski resort without never seeing snow in my life.
If you ask me a number, I have no fucking idea. I tried once to make a list, but I had so many one night stands that I lost track. Alcohol was heavily involved and sex was mediocre, so does this even count? Of course it does, but it goes straight to the “black list of fucks”. People might ask: If you were molested as … Continue reading What if I don’t know how many guys I fucked
For many years, I went out partying, drunk tons and fast and I would black-out completely. The fucked-up thing was that I would be dancing, talking, fucking, and doing who knows what else, but on a conscious mental level I did not know what I was doing. I think it was back in 2007. I was working abroad, I recently broke up with my ex … Continue reading The night I got fucked up in Lake Tahoe
Well, I never ever thought in a million years that I would be blogging. But I also never ever thought that I would be this age, and I would still struggle with the same shit. What do I talk about when I say shit? I talk about the feeling of not fitting in. I look like everybody else, but I always feel out of place. … Continue reading Why are you blogging?
I’m from all over the world. I deal with depression and anxiety every day. I’m a cannabis user. This blog is part of my personal journey, I do not intend to give advices or any kind of shit. I’m a non-stop thinker and that drives me fucking crazy. I believe that I might be at the edge of an emotional breakdown. Blogging seemed like a … Continue reading Why the fuck I´m here