(Just house cleaning again, don´t mind me, trying to de-clutter my blog)
How the hell did I get here?
Who the hell am I? (identity/cultural crisis)
People I love
Thirties crisis rears its ugly ass head
Happier than usual
Stuff I used to take for granted
Where is home?
I´m a guiri, you got a problem with that?
Language effing me up
Excuses for not doing shit I wanna be doing
Feeling proud of my country
Obsessing over the past
Reasons why prostitution is better than my current gig
Stuff I might regret posting
I´d rather be a sociologist
Spain gets a foot to the cojones from me again
Everyone around me is good looking
Oh fuck, I´m revealing my identity
How the hell am I ever gonna afford a house here?
I´m just that shallow that this kinda shit makes me happy
Spain is an enigma
Blogging about blogging
Don´t get me started on this (sexism)
Facebook is the spawn of the devil
Was that dog food I almost just ate?
Proof that my thirties crisis has not gotten the best of me
Linking to way too much other shit
Seville is amazing
Suspicions confirmed: I´m a redneck