Ah! I'm gonna point you really fast at the culprit of why I am writing on this here blog again. This is the url address of Katsushiro:
I will add him to the blogroll proper later. Oh! Hey, welcome! This is stream of conciousness writing as you probably can tell. I will try to write another post that is not so annoying to read, but hey here we go.
So what the fuck happened to the blog (as if you care! *rolls eyes*) well, basically twitter happened. twitter with it's sexy dead simple itsy bitsy teeny weeny bit of fully functional functionality. twitter has become an outlet like the blog never was. But hey, being one of the older and better known bloggers in Puerto Rico (yeah right *eye rolls* ... *eye rolls HARD*) I need to keep the blog alive or else I will sometime in 2010 feel some unfathomable guilt I will not be able to cope with and drown my 23rd beer of the night before heading out to a fatal car crash that finally ends my miserable life. Oh! What? You wanted chipper? Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and GTFO!
If for some motherfuckin' reason you can't live with whatever mi mind is thinking that could remotely be said in the dark confines of some insane's asylum you need to go here:
I'm already really tired of writing so much though I could keep on for hours if pressed for it. 140 characters has become my way of life and of thinking. Do you remember a movie, must be that trash Fast & The Furious where know that I think about it Vin Diesel says "I live life one quarter mile at a time." (wee, no fact-cheking! I could be wrong) except he didn't? Well now I blog at the fast rate of 140 characters at a time on twitter. Yeah... umm... fuck... enough about twitter... on to the real reason you're here: ME!
Let's wrap this up with a Q&A section!
Did I get that raise? Yes!
Did I get a permanent position? No. Not looking forward to it now. Perhaps I should explain later.
Am I happy? That is a tough one. But I can tell you this: I have absolutely no reason not to.
What song is playing now on the MP3 player? Can It Be by Murs. (PROTIP: It has somewhat something to do with me writing here again)
Did I give in and buy an iPhone? Yes!
Do I feel old? Very old. I even did the middle-aged-and-in-crisis thing of buying a sports car...
And so... What the fuck am I doing here?
I shall answer what I answered my wife when she found out about the apartment I rented way before I told her I wanted to leave this house:
"I don't know what I'm doing..."
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