Arepa con plátano de cena.
Próximos tweets desde mi guarida secreta.
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 ∞
Wednesday, December 28, 2011 →
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
Wednesday, December 28, 2011 →
Tonight I danced with a salsa teacher and learned a life lesson:
Don’t dance with a salsa teacher.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011 →
To all trying to look cool in the tropics:
Sweat, it’s what’s for dinner.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011 →
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.
La decoración del apartamento de la playa es siempre un flashback remixed de tu vivienda principal 15 años antes.
If I ever write a self-help book, the title would be: You Are So Not Special.
Useful even to those that just read the cover.