With a good book I nod and shake my head. In a great book I suddenly talk back to it.
microblog
A full stream of microposts.
fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
I hate Windows.
Recovering a Windows PC for a neighbor should count towards sainthood… or at least be a tax deduction.
The only thing I’ve ever seen that I’m glad Aaron Sorkin didn’t write was Steve Jobs commencement speech.
Loved Moneyball.
My lack of religious beliefs makes this hard to accept…
But, my conflict with printers may transcend the realm of science.
There’s 3 things in the way of my work plans: the state of the economy and visa status.
“And?”
…? Oh! Yes, my lack of math skills.
El romanticismo con la patria es parecido al humano: emocionante, pasional y en la mayoría de los casos, incapaz de ser racional.
The Douchebag Handbook:
Effectivity of a workout is proportional to how many people you stand in front to perform given activity.
Sunburn, the body’s way of saying:
“You are an idiot”.
I may seem arrogant, but I have flaws you can’t begin to comprehend.
72% of all geek breakups occur when they answer accurately —yet incorrectly, to the question: “Isn’t this wonderful?!”.
“The good news is that the pie is ready! The bad, I lost a fake nail somewhere”
My sister, ladies and gentlemen.
Arepa con plátano de cena.
Próximos tweets desde mi guarida secreta.
Buying meat for a barbecue makes me think that maybe zombies are people like us… just really obsessed with freshness.
Got a flat tire when I was late for… nothing.
Terrible for a sitcom episode, but great regular ol’ boring life.
When in doubt, check Permissions.
Contagion is the wrong movie to try showing off about places you’ve visited:
“I’ve been there! Cough, cough”
(People lean away)
Standing in my room with a can in one hand and a leash in the other.
Why? How? What?
Mom: YOUR DOG IS WAITING!
…I need a memory upgrade.
Madurez: ponerle sólo las 3 cucharadas indicadas al Toddy.
Quizás el año que viene.
In other words: in this precise moment in space and time… it hurts to be me.
Hope everyone had a safe new years eve.
Hang: To be or remain suspended.
Over: finished; ended or concluded.
Don’t need to know Latin for this one.
Women: I need to pick which swimsuits to take.
Men: … crap, I can’t find my swimsuit. Do I even own a beach towel?
Las hormigas esquivaron los Halls para llegar a mi Cri-Cri.
Mensaje recibido.
Anecdotally, the battery life of my iPod Shuffle is ∞
You know when a music set is trying to kick you out a party and you don’t for up? Well…. I just did. #damnmy30s
Tonight I danced with a salsa teacher and learned a life lesson:
Don’t dance with a salsa teacher.
To all trying to look cool in the tropics:
Sweat, it’s what’s for dinner.
I hope that by the time I’m good at social network chitchat (~10years?) there won’t be something new.
If we could harness the energy of good intentions, sport equipment stores would be like nuclear plants the days before new year’s.
Have you ever, like, drank too much water?
#mostboringtweetof2011 nominee.
Thank you for your consideration.