January 2010
“Her kisses left something to be desired… the rest of her.”
– Anonymous (via kissez)
tap ex?
one night alec sent me a plethora of...
quickie.
i had a blasty blast climbing fences with doughhoe a.k.a dolo a.k.a. black mamba a.k.a. dolores and the king of edward - joel - last night.
today, work was great, especially because my boss neglected to check our binders, and i had neglected to write in my journal. i felt exuberant as i was walking down the hall, towards the car, to GTFO. i felt like one of the eighth graders (whose binders i had...
“have you been meditating!!???”
– Santiago, to my dad (via themostinterestingmanintheworld)
well,
now that my extra long break is going to end, i finally got around to checking my grades. 4.0, woo.
“if you meditate for a little while.. you could like, travel to other dimensions?”
– santi
“Now you young twerps want a new name for your generation? Probably not, you just...”
– Kurt Vonnegut
Syracuse University commencement address
May 8, 1994
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ABC in central park - Zamali
i wanted to get lion tattooed over my heart, but...
Sometimes I wish I could like someone's like to...
(via macmankev)
“Kids can do that. They can be nice little honey bees and then just turn to into...”
– queen dolo
the zen of writing
i was sitting in my backyard right now, reclining on one of those way-too-goddamn comfortable lounge chairs, the ones that i never know how to describe, smoking a cigarette. thinking about my life, and the indirection in it. i finished reading generation A (douglas coupland) last night, and i loved it.
when i was growing up, the first thing i ever wanted to be was a writer. now, wait a second...
babyhay:
Voxtrot- The Start of Something
“NAH SHE’S BI!”
– amparo, to her brother
“YOU KICK IT WITH LESBIANS!”
– santiago, to his sister (via themostinterestingmanintheworld)
fuck your face
you think conan o’brien’s been blessed?
how about me,
how many people, mexicans no less, get to be a vegetarian their entire lives without any feelings of sacrifice?
how may fuckers get to grow up fat, learn those fucking lessons, then slim down, then learn those mother fucking lessons, the whole time with minimal-to-no teasing?
one flat foot? fuck yeah!
left-handed? you know it!
...
jetter jr: the day i meet johan waters i am going to shake his hand.
jetter sr: no you're not, you're gonna shit!
weekend:
well. stuff happened, and i feel i am justified in feeling like an asshole, and justified in being pissed off. thank god for pani.
funny story my mom just told me the other day that i had no idea about: i hadn’t been born yet, but i was due. my mom and dad had just watched dances with wolves with my sister, three years old at the time. my mom was bursting with me, and they weren’t...
celebrities →
not quite begun
fuck. fuck!
i’m kind of a hoarder. it’s not too bad, just little knick-knacks here and there. if anything, i hoard sentiment. so i have this shelf, opposite my bed, above my TV, that looks like it has a bunch of crap on it. for the most part, it really is just crap. and it’s crappily presented - i just put plop things up there, wherever. but, though maybe some stray piece of...
“…and they only have 32oz beer bottles here! I miss my 40’s!”
– Santiago- my homie, on life in Argentina. (via themostinterestingmanintheworld)
j&m
jetter: i wanna get loooowww..
mumblr: no. dude, you wanna get high.
como es posible que a mi lado
the next time i fall in love, i am not going to hold back any single flicker of my love.
that flame will be blazing.
writing while driving with a blood alcohol level.
think of all the times you were sad. now, of all those times, whether they were justified tears or not, how many times did you receive closure?
i woke up with a nasty taste in my mouth (literal) and a haze in my brain (figurative).
i watched taken, for the second time, and i think i appreciated it a little more then i did in theaters. the only reason i watched taken was because i was killing...
“paul walker”
– pani
i have been m.i.a.
it’s because i can’t drive. so, instead of driving places and coming home, i just get picked up and don’t come home. works out mighty fine, though, i’m pretty sure my odor is starting to get offensive.
i spent the night at pani’s house again, and we had a glorious day of football, and basketball. the packers and the cardinals game was so ridiculously good. jesus...
intoxication + bluegrass = infinite win
“whatever you need, get there”
– a hopeless fiend
my favorite website, aside from tumblr, of course →
“i saw the world in black and white and nothing made sense.”
– jetter
“just don’t breathe!”
– pani
strange thought: the one person i’d really be ashamed of finding out that i smoke, is my first cross country coach. strange.
i've been absent from tumblr for a few days.
so let this be said:
in the past two days, me and pani have eaten four pizzas.