sweetness

i wonder if cats know when you're sad.
i think mine does.
i wonder if i'm only a little tiny old memory or if i'm gone completely. as if i had never existed.
i could ask. but i'm not going to. no use in that. what for? would that change anything? would i want to change anything?
ignorance is bliss. but i've never been a fan.
a zit.
removal kits and songs that stick in your mind forever. i don't love my absurd memory for stupid details i wish i had forgotten. but i was programed that way. it lies within me. this amazing ability of useless storage and unhealthy habits clogging every neuron.
por decir un lugar.
i was staring at the door.
i was there before.
the good thing about right now is that it doesn't exist.
quizas yo nunca sabre. pero it isnt gonna be me the only one wondering. i get that. at least.
como se conforma uno con caramelitos.
me regalaron una menta hoy.
ain't life sweet sugar?

trains and sewing machines

black and white, dusty old thoughts. a couple of dreams and boom. the one that is already gone reappears cual conejo de mago en el infinito sombrero de pandora que me pongo frente al espejo mientras escribo those words con las yemas de mis dedos sin sonar muy mundo de sofia.
the one that got away.
and wondering never got me far.
Seria un buen nike add.
runaway persona.
sweet sweet escapes.
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porque lo old siempre suena fashionable? yo siempre he pensado que esas mujeres de antes siempre se veran mas bonitas que las de ahora en sus fotos de estudio con fondo gris y sus cabelleras sin blower.
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ser como el agua que fluye. nunca me supo mejor. se empieza con el primer paso. peace mode. mixcd ending with sia's let's not fight. ahora que metric es famosillo rescato all time favorites para el mundo.
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a new mom, up from 1am-5:51am. that's called love.
mi ombligo me recuerda que alguien me trajo aqui. y me mimo. y todavia me mima.
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tomorrow was me on that train to meet parter in crime. the celebration will most likely include parmesan cheese and/or cheesy fun. trains gave me things. took some from me. lost a camera, found love. y siempre los cipreses afuera burlones.

alergy season

don't get me wrong.
but...de verdad necesitamos que nos feliciten porque sobrevivimos otro año más de vida?
es como un milestone. oh yay happy birthday you're still here..alive...for another year..!!!
pero bueno, muy bien, me encantan los regalos. y los buenos deseos. digo, mi cumple is nowhere near but i'm just saying.

kudos for this and that.

to aim, is a great great thing. sudar es bastante proactivo. origami no mi especialidad pero chunky little tiny bits...well, that's another story.

no soup for you. second guessing is always trouble. aprender a zip it is i guess my potty training little project for the day ahem year.

muffled. oh the perfect warm brownie and the beauty of the ice cream en la proporcion perfecta afecta mis sentidos.

desde cuando la comida sera una parte tan intrinseca de mi ser?

the news, the bath and yummy book. more of that, after this.

por que todo es breaking news? por que tienen que poner el bacalao tan cerca de los quesos? casi casi no compro queso! has anybody ever thought of changing this? la eficiencia del planeta fuera una prioridad si yo fuera tu. un anuncio de atlantis se robo la cancion de juno y ellos pensaron que no nos ibamos a dar cuenta? que tan dificil sera aprender a coser? por que no me encanta la nueva cancion de karen O? i still like her dresses. sorta. y por que lady gaga quiere siempre ser la mas espacial? y por que tienen que obligarla a verstirse asi? para que yo la recuerde? momomomomoooo.

anyway. life is a highway........

unos y otros y los demás con especial participación de todos ellos junto a nosotros

me muevo entre zigzags, paralelepípedos y esencial delicious compositions.

otros se mueven entre pins and needles.

otros entre olas.

y algunosotros entre fideuas y crocantes even more delicious croquetas.

los demás hacen otra cosa,

como llevar colgando una botella de mamajuana y andar desgreñá slash borracha y vocear donde se saca la cédula. estampa que me durará un buen tiempo orrrvidar dado lo pintoresco del caso. dijo que se le habían robado, que ya van muchas que le roban, que tenía que hacerse rápido porque mañana se iba el turista alemán o inglés o de los alrededores que la acompañaba, y otra señora a su lado le decía, si te la roban po dásela que te la ciude una persona de confianza y ella se acomodó mejor en la silla para girarse adonde la señora y decirle con un buen sabroseo de las palabras, y a quién???? y después se lamentó de que su mamá que era su persona de confianza se murió y creo que casi se puso a llorar pero yo no pude seguir atendiendo el chisme porque taba focusing en no salir tan mal en la foto ya que dura 7 o más años o así y sufrí un poco la anterior en mi época adolescente.

los demás hacen algo como comprarme dos cuadritos de avena con ciruela mostrando así su gran bondad

o deciden de que color se pintarán el pelo

o se decepcionan

o se mueren hoy dejando a un amigo triste, como por ejemplo a mi abuelito

o se reconcilian, again.

o deciden olvidar

o buscarsela

o pretend

o jugar con muñecas

o elegir cool skins for your phone

o empezar la dieta estando flaca

o derretirse más que un sandwich de queso cuando te mira valgame dios

o they're being corny

o aprendiendo portugués

o haciendo cualquier otra cosa.

menos esto. aquí, ahora.

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.