is it wrong???

why do I sometimes feel like I do what I do, because I owe it to someone, or because I the world owes me... is that ethically or morally wrong? who is even to say what is wrong with this, if anything?
is it rationalization or is it justification for my actions?

Co0lnesS!!

you know what's really cool... when you know the "other side" of a person that no one else knows about... and you know what's even better, when they bring out that side in you...

call it what you may

the highlight of my night

So I went to Roxy (that stupid ass night club) last night and I was so bored and annoyed I went to the bathroom when I didn't even have to pee... I just stood there in the stall basking in my glorious "jumo" -for lack of a better word- and when I came out my friend was waiting for me, and the lady that gives you paper towels when you wash your hands said she liked my earrings.. and me, not giving a fuck as usual, took 'em off and gave them to her... I didn't think it was a big deal, she didn't wanna take them from me, but I told her I had 2 pairs.. then she took them, but for some reason I guess she felt like she had to give me something... so he gave me a full pack of Eclipse gum... the kind I actually like =D
AND THAT WAS THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY NIGHT
The End

LA NIÑA DE GUATEMALA

Quiero, a la sombra de un ala,
contar este cuento en flor:
la niña de Guatemala,
la que se murió de amor.

Eran de lirios los ramos;
y las orlas de reseda
y de jazmín; la enterramos
en una caja de seda...

Ella dio al desmemoriado
una almohadilla de olor;
él volvió, volvió casado;
ella se murió de amor.

Iban cargándola en andas
obispos y embajadores;
detrás iba el pueblo en tandas,
todo cargado de flores...

Ella, por volverlo a ver,
salió a verlo al mirador;
él volvió con su mujer,
ella se murió de amor.

Como de bronce candente,
al beso de despedida,
era su frente —¡la frente
que más he amado en mi vida!...

Se entró de tarde en el río,
la sacó muerta el doctor;
dicen que murió de frío,
yo sé que murió de amor.

Allí, en la bóveda helada,
la pusieron en dos bancos:
besé su mano afilada,
besé sus zapatos blancos.

Callado, al oscurecer,
me llamó el enterrador;
nunca más he vuelto a ver
a la que murió de amor.


is this how I'm gonna die?

haha new freakin barbie

is this some hallucinogenic shit or what?
check this out, right...this barbie you see towards your right ------>>>
Includes:Light brown handbag purse
Red heel platform sandals
Golden tan puppy dog pet with red satin leash
Red water/food dog dish
Box of dog treats
Red and pink dog bed
only for about $10-$15 and guess-the-fuck-what? it comes with a dog that REALLY POOPS!!!
It actually takes a dump man...can u believe this?
they say the 2010 barbie is actually gonna be able to regurgitate. (that means vomit, u dumb ass)

DID I MENTION....?

...that today is the frist day of spring? and how when february comes in DR everybody's happy all of a sudden... I always saw that but I never quite got it...

that ciara - like a boy video, .that shit's hot. tell me not...?
but anyway...

POR QUE SERA?

A los dominicanos le fascinan los extranjeros aun, no soportan a su propia gente en su propia tierra, solo se escucha la critica de boca de los criollos q' privan en "viajeros" hasta q estos mismos se encuentran fuera de su pais y ya pues puros desconocidos se tratan como hermanos. Why? because you know exactly what I'm talking about when I speak about my country nostalgically, don'tcha? and how it used be when we were kids, then teenagers n shit...all the fads we now joke about, how people relate to eachother no matter what, and just how God-Damn good it felt to be there....