Category: Diary

As a fatty, I've been on a diet for 4 days. What kind of diet, I don't know either. I just made a decision all of a sudden. Of course.

Five days ago, I couldn't eat anyway because of work and stuff. I realized it that evening while going to get some food. Actually, I didn't feel like eating. Just because I hadn't eaten all day, I was walking towards getting food as if I had to eat. I decided at that moment. I said I don't have to eat. I ate that evening, but starting from the next day, I said I would spend the day... (Read More)

There's no time, man. Not much time. I mean, there is, but I don't feel like dedicating it here. Instead, I watch Beşiktaş games. The game ends, I watch commentary and analysis programs about Beşiktaş. These make me happy. How nice, something far away from religion and politics at least. I love Sergen a lot too. The team has become solid as a rock anyway. It's all good and nice like this. Agbadou, Murillo, Ndidi, Orkun, Olaitan, Cerny, oh. Life is too short. Not worth taking seriously or getting upset over. If you're going to get upset, get upset when... (Read More)

Dear diary,

I watched this guy today.

If you have some free time, give him a chance too.... (Read More)

February 14, 2026, Saturday.
Liverpool, New York.

As I get older, I've even become ashamed of writing. I realize more and more every passing day what an empty person I am. All writings are garbage, all thoughts are absurd.... (Read More)

February 4, 2026, Wednesday.
Grand Ledge, Michigan.

Pure white cold, pitch black mud. Snow a few meters high. People freezing, dressed as if it were summer. A generous nature, a magnificent world, living to the fullest, crying inwardly but... (Read More)

January 26, 2026, Monday.
Rock Hill, South Carolina.

Living isn't actually that hard. If they expect your smile, you will smile. When they want you to bow your head, you will bow your head. There is no such thing as "I do what I want, when... (Read More)

January 15, 2026, Thursday.
Weatherford, Oklahoma.

My dear wife says she has made various suicide attempts throughout the past week. Thank goodness none of them worked. And since she's telling me this, I suppose she means to say "save me".

So I immediately reached out to her mother. I feel sorry for the poor woman too. We also talked with her older sister about what we can do.

I say my wife, but it's a long story.

If you go to a foreign country, find a local woman and make her believe you love her just to get residency there, and one day when you're done, you leave without looking back, it means you're a despicable, dishonorable son of a bitch, right?

January 5, 2026, Monday.
Somerset, Pennsylvania.

A new year has begun. The search for excitement starts immediately whenever a new year kicks off. Will something new happen? People get so bored if nothing new occurs.

And something brand new did happen. Our President Donald Trump went to Venezuela, put their president in a sack, and brought him back to America. I mean, what more could you want? There's your excitement.

Could such a thing have been predicted? Hardly. And it didn't even end there. Greenland is next. There are events in Iran. Things are being said about Cuba.

Adrenaline is at its peak. It's impossible for us to be bored. We’re watching it like a match. May the best one win.

December 28, 2025, Sunday.
Kimball, Nebraska.

The mornings of the cold season are hungover. If you look at its face, it gives you the feeling that it's going to throw up. It doesn't refrain from throwing up anyway: one day rain, one day snow; every day mud, every land.

I woke up in Northern Indiana on Saturday morning and drove to Illinois. As soon as I crossed the border, I bought potato börek and ayran from a Bosnian food place. Topped off with a slice of chocolate cake, along with a glass of tea.

When I arrived at the parking lot of the company I work for, they changed my truck. I left the swaying Volvo there, grabbed my stuff into a beast of a Kenworth there, and continued on my way with this vehicle.

December 19, 2025, Friday.
Coldwater, Michigan.

2 days left until winter comes. Days are not days on the north side. The morning passed in snowfall. I freeze every time I get out of the truck.

Now they will load 20 tons of sausages from here tonight and I will take these sausages to the Mexican border, to California, driving for a few days.