Icona Wanna Do This All Night



It was about a year ago that we were graced with the number 1 party song in the history of the world (perhaps an exaggeration), “I Love It”. You know, that song that everyone knows, but no one can tell you who sings it…

Well, it’s Icona Pop; and in all their majestic glory they’ve decided to give our unworthy souls yet another hair-in-the-wind-we-don’t-give-a-fuck-party-it-up pop song. If you’ve gotten a chance to listen to their EP Iconic, you’ll have noticed that none of those songs have really matched up to the level of “I Love It”. But their new single “All Night” blows them all out of the water. I can’t say it surpasses “I Love It”, but it sure as hell is one to add to the long list of breathtaking summer pop songs that have been released thus far. After the third listen, you’ll find yourself shaking that booty around your room, singing along at the top of your lungs, and wishing there was a signature dance to accompany this song – or maybe that’s just me.

Either way, listen below and get hooked; because I’M DOING THIS ALL NIGHT.


P.S.- I was scratching my head on how to insert the soundcloud player into this post. But when I went on the soundcloud website I found out they have a specific WordPress code, and I got super-freaking-pumped! Ahh, the little things in life 🙂

Horcruxes Aren’t The Enemy


Well, if you haven’t already guessed it this post is about race/ethnicity and all the fun things that come along with it! But before I continue I’d like to point out that I’m not some extreme activist that considers myself mistreated in the world. I don’t join Hispanic leadership organizations, or multicultural events. For more insight on this, check out my post about Kate Hunt: Kate Hunt’s Deal and the Rest of the World.

Now that that’s clear, let’s move on. This post isn’t about the injustice in the world, it’s about the shit that people do that pisses me off. Practically my entire life, I’ve always been asked the question, “What are you?” I generally respond with, “Human,” only to receive blank stares in return. So there’s no confusion, I will explain. I am 100% Dominican. Both my parents were born in the Dominican Republic, and moved here to the U.S. when they were young, attending school here for a big part of their childhood. My parents both met in NYC, not the Dominican Republic. As for me, I was born in Boston, MA.

But most people don’t ever guess that, not that they are to blame. The comment that I get all the time, and hate the most is: “You’re black right?” Or, “Wait, you’re not black?” Or, “Oh, everyone thinks you’re black.” Or (when speaking to someone else about me), “Oh, you mean that black kid?” So that’s been my life for the past 22 years, and at this point I’ve gotten so used to it, I usually just laugh along and ignore it; but there are times where behind my smile lies a rage big enough to rip someone’s throat out.

I know what you’re thinking so let me stop you right there and explain. I am well aware that being Hispanic is not a race, and that Hispanic individuals are generally made up of multiple races (most commonly white, black, and Native American); but let’s get something clear. When someone asks me if I’m black, what they’re really asking is if I’m African American…which I’m not. It’s not like by saying, “You’re black right?” they are actually saying, “I know you’re a Hispanic male, with a mix of multiple races that may or may not include black.” The thing is that it’s actually pretty obvious that I am a Hispanic male (and if my appearance isn’t a giveaway, my last name sure as hell is), but if you’ve lived in a predominately white neighborhood you’re entire life in which everyone’s skin is the same shade as you then I suppose I can see why everyone with a darker skin tone may seem black. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with being African American, it’s just not what I am. In fact, I’ve gotten many other confusions too such as Puerto Rican, Mexican, or Brazilian; but African American is generally the most common one.

What I think just pisses me off the most about this is that everyone seems to think it’s some kind of joke. Everyone always laughs at my expense. And I’ll hear things like, “You’re friends with a black guy?” Or, “Oh, I didn’t know you had a black friend.” Even if I was black, WHY THE FUCK DOES IT MATTER? Why do you find it so hilarious that you’re friends with a black a guy, or a Hispanic guy, or pretty much someone that doesn’t look like you? I’ve never brought a friend home, and had my parents say, “Oh, your friend is white!”…or Asian, or black, or Jewish. Why is it that society has to brand me so? If I tell you I’m Dominican, does that really tell you who I am? No. So, why can’t I just be me…why do I have to be the ‘black’ friend?

Oh, but it gets worse. I grew up living in a city my whole life, and with cities always comes a plethora of stupid, ignorant, uneducated, and ghetto people. There is nothing I hate more in this world than stupid, ignorant, uneducated, and ghetto people. So when I left from Philly to State College to go to school 4 years ago, I told myself that one day I would no longer have to surround myself with those people. But everyone once in a while I’ll encounter those type of people again who also happen to be either black or Hispanic, and what I get when I meet and talk to them is, “Boy you ain’t Hispanic, you white. You white as they come.” FOR FUCKS SAKE PEOPLE, CAN I EVER WIN…SERIOUSLY. As if it was bad enough I have white people calling me black because of the way I look, but now I have ignorant black and Hispanic people calling me white because of the way I talk, because of the way I act, because I’m educated, because of what I like. It’s like I’m stuck in this sort of limbo that is my life, in which there really is no hope for me anymore. Are there any good people left in the world, because it seems like I have yet to meet them.

The sad part is that even after reading this people just won’t understand. They’ll look at me as some over dramatic ethnic fuck who just wants to bitch about the injustices of the world. No, I just want to not think anymore that every time I meet a new person they’re giggling in their head because they just made a black friend, or judging me because I act too white. Because every time you laugh, or every time you judge it rips another piece of my soul. One day there will be nothing left, and I’ll come back and haunt you like Voldemort; only this time you’ll have ripped it so many times, you’ll never be able to find all the horcruxes.

Sorry to disappoint, but this is me and I’m not going anywhere.


Not Ramblin’ Man, But Ranting Man


I was in a particularly cheerful mood yesterday; but like all good things, it came to an end rather quickly later that evening. The reason? Who knows. But that’s the way the cookie crumbles (I actually have no idea if I used that right :/)

So yesterday I came to the realization that I’m a miserable fuck. Yes, I said it, a MISERABLE FUCK. I mean, all I do is complain about my life on Twitter, WordPress, and to my friends. Probably my co-workers too, who knows. But that’s all anyone really sees, is just how miserable I am ALL THE TIME. The simple things in life piss me off, like when I fuck up my coffee in the morning, or when I have 1846352 close-call accidents on the road because people are bad drivers, or when I make 468521 incorrect measurements at work and have to do them all over again, or when the supermarket decides to no longer sell grape tomatoes (seriously, who does that?).

Now that we’ve got that clear, let’s set a couple things straight. First and foremost, no I am not a miserable person all of the time. I don’t fucking walk into work every morning and flip everyone I come in contact with. I don’t actually throw things against a wall whenever I get a chance. I’m not that lonely fuck that sits in the corner at parties hating his life.

In fact, I’m actually a generally happy person (surprising, I know!). I try to make the best of awkward situations when I’m put in them. I try to be as productive as I can and get along rather nicely with most of my co-workers. I’m a hilarious guy, and in the right situations I can turn a dull moment into a fun one.

That is my facade. And if you deny that you have a facade, you’re lying to yourself. Because no one is 100% happy all the time. Me…I embrace my miserable side more because it’s what keeps me going. And I use things such WordPress and Twitter as my outlets. When you have that moment where all you want to do is rage at a situation, instead of seeming like a miserable fuck in front of everyone, I’ll post something on here or post something on there. So you the reader (LOL, what reader), only really every gets to see the miserable part of me because that’s what thing was intended to do (as well as my Twitter); to serve as a means of letting out my frustrations with the world, since half the time my life is just one big joke.

If you’re a friend that also gets to see my miserable side of me, you should consider that a compliment; meaning that I consider you a good enough friend to help me through the simple struggles of everyday life. I don’t need you to tell me how miserable I am, because I am well fucking aware! And I’ll say this only once to all of you: If you can’t deal with it then get the fuck out. Because I’ll continue to be the miserable fuck I want to be on my outlets, and continue to be the happy individual I am everywhere else.

Now take the amount of times I said the word ‘fuck’ in this post, and multiply it by the speed of light in a vacuum and that’s how much I’ve been raging the past 24 hours.


Why Do You Rub Me Up The Wrong Way?


And in a completely nonsexual type of way, I will leave this right here:

What can I say about this? Well, it sure was no “Try”; but beating that video is nearly impossible at this point. I must say though, my favorite part was Lily Allen…or Lily Rose Copper; whatever the hell she’s going by these days. Makes you wonder when she will start recording again. The music world misses you Lily!