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Wednesday, January 16, 2008


Blah...

I'm tired. And in pain. And confused. And annoyed. And... and....

I should stop bitching, and start a revolution... That's what I'll do...

Oh, and btw, I met a girl today... Name was Bianca, and she's half lebanese... Makes me wonder...

Hmmm...

Think if me and her get together, we'd make a "full" lebanese? lol

I'm a... quarter? lebanese by my dad's side of the family... And even though I was born in El Salvador, my grandparents from both sides are european...

Well, enough with the genealogy lessons...

Monday, January 14, 2008

Contrary to popular belief, I DID NOT MESS UP MY SHOULDER MASTURBATING...

Soo yeah... went to the doctor on wednesday, said I should rest my shoulder - the left, if you're wondering -, because it's kinda "overworked"...

Oh, and I started classes today... hope I do good...

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Feeling Like Hammered Shit...

Fucking Work lol

So, yesterday, I couldn't get any sleep at all... Damn job, stresses me way too much...

But, you know what? I think I might be applying to work at Macy's or something... a little slower, responsibility-free...

Honestly, I wish there was no working to pay for everything... But, since that is the best curse that has been put on mankind ever...

Monday, January 7, 2008

I'm fucked, am I?

Screw This Shit!!!

So today, one of my employees - correction: MY ONLY employee - told me she would quit, sometime soon... Am I fucked , I said...

Turns out she quits, but not sometime soon... TO-Fucking-Day... So I'm the only one left in the whole fucking jewelry department... FUCK

I'm thinking I will quit in the next few days... idk, Sears is waay too disorganized with its employees...

Sunday, January 6, 2008


Shake it, Break It, No Fake!!!

Nothing interesting today... Just kept doing remodeling on the kitchen, like last weekend... Bloody tired too...

Saturday, January 5, 2008

So today I told my dad that I'm kinda insecure about this thing of being a lawyer, and told him about being a singer/musician... He totally agreed with it, like saying, "Yeah, well, if you feel like you're going to find happiness there, then go ahead. But I do recommend you to get the diploma and the singing would be like a pastime or something"

I totally agreed. I will get my diploma, then try and make it as a singer as a part time job... Cool, so I'm going to try it.

Expect you at my concert...

Friday, January 4, 2008

Life's Not Fun Without a Good Scare...

So today at 5 Below: Went there for an AFI poster, found a button and a Snoopy keychain... all for under $5 bucks... The guy was cute ;) LOL JFK... No, really, he didn't find the code, so he gave me the poster for $1... WAY FUCKING COOL...

Oh, and Courtney threw up in my car... Now it smells like maple syrup with french toasts...

Thursday, January 3, 2008


I went out on a date today... I was, idk, fashionably late? By 30 minutes...

Anyways, it was one of those "hell dates", y'know, the ones in which something goes wrong and stuff...

What went wrong? She was fugly, she smoked - which, in case you didn't know, I TOTALLY DISAPPROVE OF since I'm a straightedge - AND, out of fucking nowhere, a friend of hers who, and I quote: "...I haven't seen in two years since I graduated" goes on to sit at our table. And she's this stereotypical white trash chick, who smokes like a fucking chimney, and starts talking and talking and won't shut the fuck up... Funny thing is, she kept asking "Am I interrupting anything?" YEAH, YOU FILTHY HARLOT, you are interrupting something...

Anyways, it seems like it was fucking planned, like those dates in which you tell a friend to please show up when I give you the signal, in case I don't like the guy. So I ordered mozzarella sticks, and I ate like three, all the while she kept talking and talking shit... Later on, she gets a phone call from a "friend in distress", and she's all like, and I quote: "...She's my best friend..." NO FUCKING SHITTING? REALLY?... So she's like, I think I should go and blah blah blah, so I just grab my coat and scarf, get up from the table and look for the waiter... I go and pay, I don't even look behind, just fucking walk away... I mean, what would be the point, besides the fact to learn she is fucking ugly as shit? All this "spontaneous" shit that happened, heh, I've seen better acting on CBS soap operas than that...

I just laughed the fuck up about it... Spent like, idk fucking 25 miles on my car for this whore to keep on talking to these retards? HAHAHAHA, there you go, Mr. Sebastian...