useless electronic ventures

do you seriously need to twwwwwwwwwwitter twatidy boop every second de cada acción que uno ejecuta, participa en etc etc etc. i mean there's this person que actually thiiiiinks facebook is meant to 'twitter' on the what are you thinking thingy thing and this person uses it way too many multiple times a day (you know cause i log on so many times too just to check snoop browse invade your privacy and check out who you just divorced/are dating/if you're still alive) but this person's got it all wrong, porque no te preguntan que estás haciendo??? sino que te preguntan, que estas pensando??? y todo lo que escribe es the "things this person is doing" like, for example. back to work after lunch or en que consistio el lunch had after lunch or being sleepy after lunch or going to the gym or reading something interesting or my fingers hurt or just had coffee or back from lunch again or went showering (commmoooonnnnn) back from lunch, back to work alllll ooover agaaaain everyday!!!!!!!!!!! who the f cares??? seeeriously. grey's style. oh my oh my...new social interaction network s* but ohwell against all odds i'm on facebook, TOO. just wont post my most memorable personal, closetomyheart i went ice cream eating today pictures explaining simultaneamente en twitter de que sabor es mi helado pics or you know this is how i look like while i'm sweating having my baby and my doctor uploaded it in his newly facebook thing instaled via his blackberry device. you dooooooont need to know im repeating this dress for this wedding i'm going to be attending that you're gonna be watching and say look she wore it again three or four or five or six months ago in fulanito's wedding or fulanito's taco day or whatever and fuck facebook for making me think twice about my ensemble picking. fuck!
facebook facebook facebook. the place where i can snoop on everybody else's lives and lack of taste, especialmente subiendo fotos disparatosas o sexy-wannabes. me pregunto que tanta gente esta tan aburrida y tagean* y tagean y tagean y yo me destageo si no creo que salgo muy besha. porque somos asi de presumidos, y cogemos una fotico ahi bien bonitica pal profile and we pretend we have something to say when they, 'the' facebook people asks us, what are you thinking?? twitter wannabees or maybe twitter stole the magical idea, i don't know aaand of course, you know right there in the middle always invadiendo tu espacio personal y tu internet experience there's the 'adds by google', bueno, de hecho this site is powered by google, those people probably own my brain cause ya know. anyway. gotta give them some credit for their somewhat kischt kichst, quiche, kisch themed pics que me anuncian ohhh es ese dia de por ejemplo la tierra or whatever y ponen el globo terraqueo en todas sus o's. orrrr let me see, lemmeopen a new internet window and check, ohhh yes, it's a regular boring standard google pic page day!!! at the dominican republick. coz they know that, where i am. y tambien igoogle como imoney y ipod iphone itwitterdotcom geeeezzz.
i don't care. i don't care you're back from lunch!! i already know you have lunch everyday and that afterwards you go back to work!!! silly people that doesn't get it after day 43!!!. anyway do you really need to share so much stuff? i mean do i have to share this 'entry' with my unexistant fan club??? and like, the world?? the sick lonely connected world we live in? with like, fan mail and lol blatant stupid silly sad variety world.
for real?
do i have to share that i'm hungry and that i have obbbviously nuthin better to do right now??
do you care??? cause i don't care if you care but if you care it's not like i won't care. that much. for all that matters.
hallmark has the way to say you care.
un pendejix se invento eso and yep. it worked. so did lame stupid stuff like twitter and such.
t h e e n d.

if i had a twitter account i would twitter "just updated my silly stupid i don't know why i write on it deardiarycrappy blog."
but i won't.
and then i would twitter i just twoot. cause they make up new verbs* too.
but i won't either.
cause i don't have and i am not interested in having a twitter account.

ps. twitter did not pay me for the free advertising. but i think they should. or i should get one of those donate pay pal things for their consideration. would they care??
i don't caaaaaaaaaare!!!!!!!!!!!

confucio's wisdom

"ser como el sándalo, que perfuma el hacha que lo corta"

yo quiero.

lets name this anger managment

i mean, really?
was it necessary? si lo único en esta vida a lo que yo aspiro es la claridad suprema, no caer en las banalidades por las que me amargo la vida but thank goodness for mochaccinos de sobrecito and the ocasional ciggie and polly scattergood, she's good, and the pain of the day after y todo lo soleado y eternamente hermoso que no puedo apreciar porque mi incapacidad para no alterarme por cosas que no deberian importarme no me dejan. carencias, no se quitan con el tiempo, creo que más bien uno se las va adicionando for fun or for whatever reason along the way. but please oh please i really wanna forget, i wanna live and let live sin que sea tan putamente contradictorio? doloroso? dificil? gimme a chill pill and i'll be alright. digo, i know the pandemonium is always transitory. i know this is my irational self speaking.
but seriously, what can i do.
it is what it is.
i've found great comfort in that. bueno, no uno longlasting, un tenteahí. es medio solo saber que no se sabe nada but i could repeat it as a mantra and maybe just maybe survive the next five minutes without
turning into
a
i don't know.

podemos hacernos daño

ya lo sabía yo que venía incluído en el paquetico que se llama amor.
como las piñas coladas mala clase en los hoteles todo incluído.
como la mosca en la sopa y como la mugre en las uñas.
indivisibles como las repúblicas y las partículas más pequeñas de los átomos.
oil and water make such a nice vinagrette.