would you look at that? in the land of No Service, my Kindle has 3G
Off to an internetless, kindle-filled island existence this week. Don’t release anything too cool!
Caracas: ciudad donde te llega el email del último mito urbano de crimen, y lo único que piensas es “ojalá la vaina fuera tan light”
“You might have noticed that I appreciate the avant-garde french rock-pop scene”
“I think she’s Canadian”
“…”
faux hipster, eh.
It has been brought to my attention that a quick look at my Facebook photos gives the impression I only have 1 tie.
This is not false.
every time I see a $50.000 car with its window open, I think:
“fart gone wrong”
Sorry about last tweet. It was a “pay with twitter” template.
I remember you with every breath I take.
Thank you for the memories… my lunch cheeseburger with onions.
“scientific method” is how I explained using two different deodorants today.
rather not say what I’m using for control group.
driving with a plastic cup with wine is the most uncivilized civilized thing I’ve ever done.
I don’t have the attention span necessary for spy novels. Between Russian names and code names, I have no idea who’s talking ½ the time.
El Gatorade es 96% agua y el vino 85%.
Un par de hielos y esto es un ‘sports drink’.
unsurprisingly, being charming in a small space with bad acoustics and very loud volume, is not one of my superpowers.
Yikes, Sublime Text 2 is an amazing improvement to what I tried a year ago. It’s making me question my text editor beliefs (& procrastinate)
Nowadays, yelling “that’s MY WOMAN!” will earn you a punch in the face… from ‘your woman’.
Most ‘Social Networking Experts’ I know aren’t very sociable.
Me thinks a lot of people are going to be wishing they owned $AAPL tomorrow.
“Prueba la dijonnaise que está excelente”
“esa es como el PertPlus de las salsas ¿no?”
“…”
Por eso nadie con dos-apellidos sale conmigo.
en aeropuerto, kioskos y restaurantes, absolutamente impresionado de la claridad en Margarita para el #7Oct.
#HayUnCamino
A diferencia que en la vida, en la natación lo primero que se pierde es el estilo.