Sorry to bring up suc a sappy song to describe wat i’m going troug, but tere’s no oter way around it. Today, Thursday, on the 29th day of May of the year 2008, I BAIL TE FUCK OUT OF PUERTO RICO.

By te way, I’m still writing on a laptop wit a busted H, so if you ave a pet peeve for grammar I suggest you equally bail te fuck out of tis post and all subsequent posts tat pop up until I can ook up my desktop again. You’ve been warned, grammar nazis.

Back to topic: yes, today is te day were my life is bound to take a uge turn and I migt as well document it on my blog, even if I ave to fuck it all up by writing wit a missing letter.

My life is not te only one experiencing a sakedown, since DS is a big part of tis as well. We ave packed up our lives, said goodbye to loved ones, and are about to take fligt and venture into te unknown. I’m applying for a well establised gaming design scool, and DS is applying for a better job opportunity in wic to flaunt is brand new Master’s degree, and revel in te income upgrade it opefully will bring. I don’t want to fall into any “land of opportunity” clice’s since I’m aware of te economic crisis and te prices rising and te oil becoming a luxury and all tat depresing sit going on in Nort America. But seriously, rigt now any panorama offered to us in te states sounds muc more enticing tan anyting we could ave found ere on te island. So it’s a win win situation eiter way.

My parents are cautiously optimistic, but tey constantly worry tat I migt become even more estranged up tere tan I am down ere. I manage to visit tem about once a week, but you and I know tat’s not enoug for protective, overbearing parents. Tey want you to be tere all te fucking time, and if not, report yourself every oter day. Now tat I won’t be able to at least visit, I assume tey want me to call every 48 ours. I don’t blame tem. I’m taking a pretty big jump, and neiter DS or me ave ever been in tis situation or done tis monumental road trip, EVER. I tink my parents and friends are more nervous tan we are.

Mom is supposed to take us to te airport tomorrow if DS decides to go wit me instead of wit is broter, so opefully se’ll finally meet im in person. Se told me se’s looking forward to it, I can imagine se’s tired of just seeing is silouette troug a car window wenever e used to pick me up at teir ouse. Dad was surprisingly mellow tonigt, considering e was drinking eavily and was already in a state of friendlyness tat made im more pleasant to be around, susprisingly. I managed to catc a pic of im taking a nap in te back of te Trooper. Mom nagged im so e would get off, since cars drove by and slowed down to look at te spectacle of a grown, sirtless man snoozing in te open back of an SUV. Mom was like “get te ell down from tere everyone is stopping and looking at you it’s embarassing!” and e was all “Sut up bitc you just want me to get off so you can jump on and take my spot, you’re so jealous tis place is so comfy you want it for yourselfmfmbmbmb……. *snore*”

Yes, I will post tat image as soon as I ave my desktop running, fear not

Mom is a bit nervous tat I’ll be incommunicated once I arrive, since Claro, most wondrous of mobile companies (sic) screwed me over wit teir sitty prepaid plan. O yea, I can buy as many minutes I want. It’s just tat tey’ll be useless once I’m in US territory, since te cell won’t even work. Tat would ave been nice to know BEFORE I spent about $40 in prepaid minutes. I would like to tank tat useless fucking Customer Service cuntbag tat forgot to tell me tat little detail, after I specifically told er I was going to fucking Texas. Now I got like $25 bucks of unused air time once I land in Orlando.

And speaking of wic, no, we won’t fly directly to Texas becase we ave to pick up our car, wic will arrive tere in Orlando. Ten we’ll drive it to Plano, Tx. 20-someting ours of driving troug long stretces of farms, bridges and lonely roadside diners. I fucking ope I don’t get diarrea anytime soon. I’d ate to ave tis appen to me.

Well, I’m off to bed, need my beauty sleep in order to mentally prepare for te crazyness tat will be tomorrow. Even thoug I ave a suspicion it will all be anti-climactic and uneventful. Unless I get my acceptance letter rigt before going to te airport. Tat would make it te best fucking fligt ever.

So, I guess I’ll see you dear readers (all two of you) sporadically until we’re set up in our new crib. I’ll try to keep you informed wit sort updates depending on ow many places wit wi-fi we run into during our travels. If not, I’ll be keeping mental notes of all te fucked up tings we’re bound to see, and DS will be taking pics like crazy. Expect several weeks of travel related posts, as I know tis is going to be quite te adventure. Ey, I migt as well start a brand new category for tese…

Wis us luck, and opefully in 2 years you’ll ave a place to stay wenever you wanna give Texas a cance and visit. Sit, I’ve made tis offer to practically every friend and relative tat asks me were I’m eaded, so don’t be surprised if our umble little apartment suddenly becomes a ostel for wayward islanders.

“OMG you’re going to Dallas?! tat is so cool! were are you staying?”

“O I’ll be at Darky & Kai’s”

“Nice! I stayed tere for Semana Santa and It was awesome… Except for te freaky noises at nigt. And te fact tat everyting tey ever cook is fucking pasta. O and I ope you don’t mind te occasional nudity.”

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