Last Saturday our army managed to take down "Raul Reyes", FARC's second-in-command, in Ecuadorian territory. Granted, they were reckless and inconsiderate and they fucked up bad, but please cut them, cut us, some slack, just a little bit, they were protecting their people and their country and they actually got him.

They really got him. He’s ( Read more... )

I met the nicest man on the bus today. He didn't say much, only that something -- maybe the day, maybe the years, maybe time itself -- travelled very quickly now. I just smiled wide, 'cause I didn't know what to say and he seemed sincere. I hope I didn't look deranged.

He then asked for the day. I told him it was the first day of February.

"No ( Read more... )

Which one would you like first?

Good: Dude called.
Bad: Dude called.

Bad: I am utterly incapable of handling meaninful, non-platonic relationships without having a nervous breakdown.
Good: I'll never breed. I believe one-night-stands don't make for very good fathers.

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Cuales querés primero?
Buenas: El man llamó.
Malas: El man llamó.

Malas: Soy ( Read more... )

I spent the entire weekend holed up in El Retiro with my highschool friends, drinking, catching up, drinking, watching people make asses of themselves, drinking and generally whining over the fact that Rafis, Ricky, Salo and Pao are fucking off to some British or British-colonized country, too -- well, Ricky, Rafis and Salo are; Pao's just fucking ( Read more... )

Jaja...

Chavez emputó a Galeras.


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Uribe, FARC, ELN, AUC, Bush, external debt, ignorance, desperation, obliviousness, collective blindness ( Read more... )

They're back. I'm annoyed. It's over.

Here, have a goat with a mohawk:


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New Year's Resolution?

1) Get me a new fucking job.

2) Decide whether to move in with Pao or stay put.

3) Finish all the books I got on standby.

4) Get me some less depressing, more varied or simply MORE New Year's Resolutions next time.

5) Stay alive. (See # 4)

6) Make a point of keeping this link up here.

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Son las 12:43 AM.

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Once upon a time there was a fat man with a sentient mustache and he ruled over his land with an led iron fist.

He was kinda nice to the people occasionally, specially the poor people, and built them shacks to live in and gave them food to eat,  but he was a total, absolute fucking asshole strict ruler most of the time. His fondness for, um, ( Read more... )

I've never been a huge fan of blogs, mainly because it's a lot like talking to yourself in the bathroom mirror sans the privacy. I've had some before, but they weren't so much blogs as they were cybernetic warehouses for my crappy writing.

They have some advantages over bathroom mirrors, of course: I don't feel like a crazy person once I'm done ( Read more... )