So we just came back from sending both our desktops in UPS for packaging and delivery. Luckily my old laptop still works, the downside is that we now have to fight each other to use it. If one is using the internet, the other one has to play videogames or go read something or in my case, lie in the bed looking at the ceiling. This laptop also has a busted letter 'h' so you have to press it extra hard for it to register and it's pissing me off. You know what? fuck it. From this moment on I'll write without the goddamn letter H. I'm tired of aving to ammer it in order for it to work. See? tat wasn't so bad.

Te rest of out clotes are still in boxes and part of it is already ...Keep reading.

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I'm gonna have to buy me a microSD if I'm gonna keep up with all the weird and fascinating shit I get to snap on my disgustingly blurry cell phone camera on a daily basis. Speaking of shit, you may have seen this horrible affront to good taste whenever you're in Guaynabo, on the corner of Quizno's and Bellas Artes (sorry, don't know the names of those streets).

This is supposed to be a banner for a DESIGN school. My design school. My alma mater. Then, if it is indeed a design school... WHO THE FUCK APPROVED THIS GODDAMN HORRIBLE MISHMASH OF PHOTOSHOP FILTERS AS A LEGITIMATE ADVERTISEMENT? I imagine they made a competition between first year students who were just then learning to use photoshop and the least atrocious design turned out to be this and won. Because I refuse to ...Keep reading.

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I quit my job last Friday. One of the final steps in my plan to take over the world attend the Guildhall. It wasn't as catastrophic or awkward as I expected, then again with all the drama and the internal turmoil that department has gone through in the last couple of months I'd say it went real smooth. I was basically the only person in there who managed to remain neutral to all the fighting and the building-wide gossip that caused my former department to fall apart and turn to shit. The fallout happened months ago, but the repercussions are still felt today, since almost all of my coworkers are still mad at each other and many of them are not on speaking terms, creating a managerial nightmare for my former boss. Whatever happened there had nothing to do with me, so I had no business getting my hands ...Keep reading.

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It's not customary of me to bite the hand that feeds me, but when ludicrous shit like this hits the masses I can't just let it slide. The second most read newspaper in the island recently launched a new promotional campaign, complete with the new slogan "habla como tú" (speaks like you), targeting the colloquial, highly informal way in which it's content is edited now. It's alright if they slip a few "boricua" words here and there, distancing it's style from big brother, but today they really went overboard by writing this on the front cover, of all places:

There are no words.

For those of you who don't know what "choteó al macaracachimba" means, good luck finding a proper translation.

Not only is it an obvious attempt at staying true to their ...Keep reading.

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I don't know about you, but I can't help but feel weirded out when a random female makes a pass at me or gives me that "I wanna tear your clothes off with my teeth look". Seriously. I freeze up and given the chance I'd stick my head in the dirt like an ostrich. It's just fucking weird and too much to handle for me. And I have no idea why. Earlier today I went to buy lunch and I was kinda "eye-raped" by a chola. What's a chola, you ask?

THIS is a chola.

For those who are too lazy to click the link, here's the copypasta: chola hardcore latina gangbangers. They usually have thin, arched, angry looking tattooed-on or penciled-on eyebrows, brown or dark red lip liner, 'Monroe', eyebrow and nose piercings, tats, Converse or ...Keep reading.

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