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I JUST STUPIDLY DROPPED MY LAPTOP AND BROKE THE SCREEN. CAN SOMEBODY JUST GET HERE AND SHOOT ME IN THE HEAD ALREADY?

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He sido víctima de la indolencia. Como miles de personas en este país que me parió de sus entrañas, me contagié de la enfermedad más común en tierras venezolanas. Es progresiva y no tiene cura; la indolencia depende de cuán expuesto uno esté a la realidad nacional, de cuánto tiempo ves las noticias en canales de señal abierta, cuántas veces lees el periódico (y cuánta prensa lees), cuántas veces caminas por la calle sin audífonos y escuchas a las otras personas hablar sobre a quién le robaron el celular, a quién secuestraron, y a cuántos mataron en el barrio. Pero la indolencia no se aparece sola, sino que previamente desarrolla en nosotros la indiferencia y la apatía, hasta que somos, al final, completamente incapaces de sentir algo por un fenómeno que sucede con una continuidad extraordinaria. ¿Cómo no podemos abandonar la indignación en una ciudad que pierde 15 vidas humanas diarias de manera violenta? Al final, ya no nos importa, nos ponemos en modo que nos resbale. Yo...

Goodbye neck piercing, I hurt myself real bad, it’s quite sore and red now gotta wear a bandaid til it heals… great.

Yesterday was my coworker's birthday... So I got her balloon, Hello Kity decoration, a present (a Hello Kitty bento box), candy, her favorite chocolate drink and a cake. If it wasn't for me in this goddamned office, everything would be gray, sad and boring. Cheap bastards.

Photography: María López (Bloody Mary, Daidalos’ violin) landscapes from Russia Logo: Robert Rasic LOVE THIS!

Mostly I'm ok, but suddenly I start having this attacks/episodes where my muscles start twitching and my hearth beats like crazy (bat shit crazy)... and all I want to do is yell out loud. But obviously I can't (still sane enough to know that much). It's just so patetic to be an adult with this kind of issues, ya' know, when you're a teenager it's another thing... even a kind of romantic Sophia-Copolla kind of thing. There's was a point in my life, still being a poor and lost teenager, where I just took for granted that every single problem in my head was gonna be taken care of and solved (magically I guess) by the time I was a respectable and responsable adult. But know that I'm a sort of repectable and sometimes responsible adult, I still have the same problems. Now that I might have a little more experience from life I can actually acknowledge them (my issues, I mean)... just to find that they're still inside my brain for no reason and may...

I remember readin' somewhere that Fame, Lady Gaga's first fragance, was the first black(ish) coloresd perfume ever. But then I remember Having this little Nina Ricci's little apple... wich liquid is also black; and I hate -I HATE- to say this but they kinda smell alike. Just saying... couldn't hepl noticing *sigh*

Why haven't they fired me yet? Mind me... I'm like really obsessed with lipstick lately. Bought a bunch and now I have no money... again... You know what they say: I can't pay my rent but I'm fucking Gorgeous. Right?

Is there even anything like "too many necklaces"? I'm gonna need something cool to hang them up, because I can't look myself in the mirror anymore. I wish I'll find something like one of those fake silouettes deer heads... uh, that would be cool.

It's from Cloudy with a chance of meatballs, so everytime she looks up in a rainy day, it would be raining burgers! Yay!

My friend and I went out to have something to drink and catch up, and of course we look damn gorgeous while doing it,

Some long time ago this friend went out on a trip to Argentina. I was saying goodbye to her and wishing her a good trip when it just came to mind to ask her for something argentinian as an alfajor. I really didn't mean it; but after she came back, she did get me the cookie. It was so sweet and it was so good. It's really nice when someone remembers about you when is away. I just remember that when I saw this old picture of the alfajor. It would be nice to feel that again.

Got a new darkz necklace. I just think it’s really cool… that’s all.

Remember I said I had a minor obsession with Hannibal and I’ve been getting deer stuff?… Well, I migth just have fallen into a sort of addiction… these are to damn big that I’m not even gonna wear them… ever… and still bought them. And well... there're so many things in my life I need help with.

Last time I was trying to take a “cool" selfie… but I always look sad or mad. I don’t know why.

But there's a bunch of candy on the keyboard... so...

I was thinking deeply about that tittle I've chosen for this entry. At first it might be considered shallow: the fact that someone's life depends so much on a machine (by free choise) it can be... well, I don't know; it really doesn't get into the life style of anyone who has dreamed about a perfect life and the definition of "living". But then, I remember that I have chosen to canalize most part of my life trought the Internet.  Trought that machine I learn about the world, I express myself, I watch tv, read the news, get in touch with friends, see movies, EVERYTHING. This is my scape and my reality. SO my life depends on a computer? Well, maybe not my life but my life style. Because I have chosen this way and no other way. Nobody could ever tell me my life is less valuable that any other life style. So, yes, it's very valid when I have a almost-stroke when this happens to my computer.

Look at my wendigo! ha-HA! Well... it¿s not actually a... I mean... I... Oh, gawd I am so obsesssed, I need help.

After all this time waiting to launch these. Finally we had the chance, these new logos are pretty cool, but specially the badge. They're all excited about the badge.

“Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in.”  — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, TedxEuston

This is what we did (and we I mean ME) to our boss office the day of her birhtday. A year has passed... what a bugger,

Although this ring is PRETTY cool. Fairies small containers for... well, I don't really know... A huge bag of little donnuts

This is what people from work and I do at work: take two boxes of pizza and throw them all togheter in the microwave,

Why do I always have to be sick… can’t breathe very well right now.

I feel like a stabbing in my stomach, my lungs burn, it’s hard to breathe, my arms are getting numb, I’m getting cramps in my legs, and my muscles are shivering.  Welcome back, pannic attacks… all over again.   (It’s that or I’m having a stroke)   Why am I having a pannic attack? I have no idea… no stress, no nothing lately… I was having a regular calm life and now this.

This is me dying from cold at work. I don't know if I'm having tension problems or it's my asma. But I'm feeling weird... last night I did some excercise and it went well... so I don't know what's wrong with me.

This pictures where sent to me by an old journalist from the now totally closed RCTV. These were the rooms where the journalist worked and one of the master rooms of the building. The oldest tv channel andthe first of Venezuela closed last year forever.

Last Sunday was my little cousing 7th birthday. I got her a set of tea, and a Barbie... but she also got a laptop and an android phone... this made me deeply depressed.

Nowadays my phone might be considered obsolete... and is acting like obsolete. So I was forced to erease a lot of pictures I had storaged in it, and for my sake, I did it. So here there's the first lot that I call:  Comando Nacional Simón Bolívar: I took some picture while I was working for the presidential elections. I've been in the campain headquarter for the last three months. Now it's not that much fun as it used to be (because the campaing is over now), but here there are some (few) pictures of where I was and what I saw... mostly. This first group was from 14-A, the same election day. I was at the press room, where the internacional journalist were and where the press conference were given. There's my press ID and the media that was there. This second group, is from some politicians being interview by the national and international media. This was the entry of the headquarter... sadly only for a few days. Surprinsingly, one of th...