Rigo Barragan

Aug 26
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“Every 20 minutes — less time than it will take you to drink your coffee - another child will be diagnosed with”…
[protector glove covering rest]
Why can’t they just stop calling these things disorders and just say they’re fucking retards?

“autism.”

Fuck.

Jul 14
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http://www.neopets.com/~spazzmic_doom

Since when was offering the option of premium services a broken promise to keep things free?

Those fools don’t understand that you aren’t entitled to anything for free, you pay money, you get better things than those who don’t. That is more than fair.

May 13
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I think even when bruce willis is 80, he will still be doing Die hard movies.

And I will still watch them.

May 12
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Before coming home from the bay area, I made sure to get a gigantic take-out box full of Chow mein. Because what passes for chow mein here (mixed vegtables with some noodles) is nothing like it is up there (noodles and bean sprouts).

Now… It’s mysteriously vanished. Not on the table, or in the fridge, or even in the trash. 

Apr 23
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Children are born with such a sense of fairness that they will accept no less than equal treatment for all. I know — I have three. I hope that as they grow, they keep that sense of justice and learn to challenge the old adage “life’s not fair.” It should be, in so far as we have control of it.

Beth Vanden Hoek
Starbucks assistant manager in St. Louis, MO.

The way I see it #242 

Mar 20
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It’s funny how we set qualifications for the right person to love, while at the back of our minds we know that the person we truly love will always be an exception…
— On someone’s Gaia signature.
Mar 13
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White people are the only people not described with a food that sounds good.

 Black men get chocolate or dark chocolate, beaners and towelheads get caramel and mocha

White people are fucking crackers. 

— Katie (Bitter White Girl)
Mar 07
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Parallel Parking

..and now I just realized why I suck at it.

All this time, I’ve been completely afraid of them because I didn’t know how to approach them. But then thanks to the Internet, I came upon this marvel idea:

Pass the spot, and then back into it, and then drive forward and adjust.

And all this time, I’ve been sticking my nose in first and not understanding why my ass would not stop sticking out. 

Mar 03
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Strokes of genius...

…make for a messy painting.

So I was thinking of all these random thoughts that I really wanted to get down on paper or on the internet, but none of it made any coherent sense. And then I wondered why there wasn’t a method of sharing random mental blurbs with others? Then I found this site.

And now that I have a tumblelog of my own, I’ve gone completely blank.

Nice job, scatterbrains.