Kris Sanchez

Supporting Mass-Murder and Terrorism?!

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 21:15:24 -0400

It’s true when they say “good looks can get you far.” Apparently, it’s given one of the Boston Bombers and entire fan base! (Mostly made up of young teenage girls).

There is a new #FreeJahar campaign with a goal to get Dzhokhar Tsarnaev free of any charges. Why? Mostly because… wait for it… he’s “cute.”

Even his old teachers were baffled to find out that a great student took part in something so malicious but let’s face the facts people - Crime doesn’t know looks!

My suggestion to these people, STOP BEING SO SILLY! The guy has already confessed.

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Thu, 25 Apr 2013 09:34:47 -0400

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I Didn't Think About You Once Today

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 19:05:25 -0400

I didn’t write this, but I’m glad to share it.

I didn’t think about you once today, for the first time since I met you. When I woke up this morning, my first thought was simply that it was too cold to get out of bed; I did not wish that you were there beside me. I went to the closet and got dressed without thinking about whether or not you liked the shirt I was putting on, didn’t think about whether you’d already seen me in the sweater I layered over it. I skipped breakfast, as I always do, and I didn’t hear your voice chastising me in the back of my head, “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” I just glanced at the clock, grabbed my keys, and shut the door firmly behind me.

I didn’t see anyone who reminded me of you on the train to work. I didn’t hear anyone who had your laugh, didn’t see anyone sporting the same shoes you wear, didn’t catch a whiff of anyone wearing the same perfume as you. I just sat there quietly reading my book, never once wondering whether or not you’d enjoy reading it, too. When the automated voice announced my stop, I got up and stepped out on to the platform without turning around to wave goodbye to you, or anyone, as the train whizzed off down the tunnel behind me. I simply headed quickly up the stairs toward fresh air, toward daylight.

At the office, I answered phones, got coffee, checked emails, sorted paperwork, chatted with coworkers, spaced out, got stuff done, all without interruption. When my boss handed me a bunch of work right before it was time to leave, I didn’t have to suppress the urge to text you and complain, didn’t even think back to a time when something like this would have made me late to have dinner with you. I made it home eventually, and when I got there I called up a friend and asked if he wanted to come over and watch television with me. He did. We laughed, we made popcorn, we had a great time, and not once did either of us mention your name.

I went out for a late-night run with my iPod on shuffle, and I heard a song we danced to together at our favorite bar, the night you wore a dark gray t-shirt and I ordered my usual, one shot too many. It started playing right as I crossed Ocean Boulevard, my feet hitting the pavement in tune with the beat, but that memory of you didn’t accompany it this time. As I traveled down the sidewalk, I looked out across the water to the sparkling lights down on the pier, and I didn’t care that you weren’t with me, didn’t care that you were missing out on such a pretty sight. I just kept on running.

As I’m lying here in bed, about to close my eyes and drift off to a place where I will not dream of you, this is when I realize I haven’t thought about you today. Some might say this realization ends my streak-of-not-thinking-of-you, that I’ve inadvertently let your ghost return to haunt me once again, but this is not true at all. See, in thinking about how I haven’t thought of you, I’m not really thinking about you at all — I’m finally thinking about me. You’re just an idea now, a shadow, something I’m only considering as it relates to my own evolution. I’m recalling what I used to be like when you were all I ever thought about, when you seemed to own my thoughts morning, noon, and night. I’m thinking about the tear-stained pillows and empty wine bottles that decorated my room in the time I spent trying to get over you. I’m remembering how badly I longed to free myself from your spell, but secretly believed that day would never come.

And yet, that day is here, that day is today, the day I did not think of you, and I cannot help but smile, for I am finally free. Everyone said it would happen eventually, and I’m happy to report they were right (as they almost always are). I’ve moved on, as we all seem to do eventually. The best part is, I doubt I’ll be thinking of you tomorrow either.

By WES JANISEN

People Barely Make Sense - Debate on Gun Laws

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 17:13:03 -0400

The debate on gun laws has gotten pretty hot since mass shootings have become the new thing. Before we can actually get anywhere, conservatives and liberals must be able to agree on a few things. Let’s start with THE most common argument, the classic one-liner that always seems to finagle its way into any conversation about our right to bear arms.

“Guns don’t kill people, people kill people”

Now, who ever came up with that must have thought they had a GREAT point and everyone who regurgitates this slightly senseless line must think so also. Here’s the TRUTH:

“Guns don’t kill people, people kill people — But, guns make it easier for them.”

I really don’t think there’s any debating this. If it were not true, guns wouldn’t be such a hot choice of murder weapon. While, people can use other objects such as hammers, screwdrivers and knives to do the same thing, the gun was created with one intention - And it wasn’t to help cut steak, or tighten that loose screw in your cabinet.

Yes, it may be too easy to acquire guns — No, criminals are not law abiding citizens and don’t follow the rules. (Duh, then they wouldn’t be criminals). But, would upping security and toughening the process really hurt anyone? The truth is it wouldn’t. Am I trying to take anyone’s rights away? Of course not. I’m not saying that guns should be banned in America.

Background: My family owns a country house upstate, and members of my family do own guns for hunting and sport! They would also come in handy if anyone ever tried to break into the house. I think these are reasonable circumstances and owning a gun is okay for that. But let’s talk about the people who own extensive collections of semi-automatics and everything else that is NOT used for hunting — Things you don’t even need to defend yourself with. What are you doing with those?? They aren’t toys! They are not NECESSARY.

“But, I must be able to defend myself from the government”

NEWSFLASH PEOPLE, if the United States government wanted to get rid of you, they could and it wouldn’t be that difficult. It’s a fact that their toys are bigger and better and of course they have weapons we don’t even know about.

Let’s face it, if society 200 years ago was the same as it is now, the United States Constitution would have been VERY different.

There you go, that’s my opinion on gun laws. No, guns should not be taken away, yes security should be upped, it wouldn’t hurt.

You're surprisingly cute. Go figure lol

Sun, 10 Mar 2013 11:43:23 -0400

Thanks!

Why do cats always lift their tail and back when you pet them on their lower back?

Mon, 12 Dec 2011 20:13:11 -0500

Cats who are familiar and friendly with each other often have a greeting ritual. They use a similar ritual to greet their humans or other household animals. They rub their head, flank and tail against the other cat or person to exchange odours. They hold the tail straight up so that the other cat can sniff the anal glands. When stroked, cats raise their rumps even higher (almost standing on tiptoe) to invite you to sniff their anal glands!

UberFacts: A thirsty plant will literally cry for help

Sun, 11 Dec 2011 22:59:32 -0500

UberFacts: A thirsty plant will literally cry for help:

uberfacts:

Scientists have learned that plants do indeed cry out when they need attention.

We just haven’t heard them because the sounds made by a thirsty plant are about five times higher-pitched than we can hear. But scientists with tiny specialized microphones have heard corn plants calling for…

do you make a living from tweeting?

Sun, 11 Dec 2011 21:48:04 -0500

Haha I wouldn’t tweet so much unless I got something out of it, right? ;)

Did the chicken or the egg come first?

Sun, 11 Dec 2011 21:37:00 -0500

The chicken came first. That was an #UberFact!

Do you like cats?

Sun, 11 Dec 2011 21:28:39 -0500

Yes, I love cats!

how old are you?

Sun, 11 Dec 2011 21:28:01 -0500

I am the big 2-0. That’s 20.

I'm back on Tumblr!

Sun, 11 Dec 2011 21:19:36 -0500

After taking a very very very looooooong break from my personal blog to work on UberFacts, I finally think I’m ready to work on both. I know A LOT of people tweet me questions everyday that I don’t get a chance to answer so, if YOU have any questions you’d like me to answer, feel free to click on that little “Ask me” tab at the bottom of this and submit it - And yes, there is an anonymous option.

-Kris Sanchez!

- The U.S. killed… OBAMA Bin Laden?

Thu, 05 May 2011 13:47:31 -0400

- The U.S. killed… OBAMA Bin Laden?

When in doubt, pinky out. - Spongebob

Wed, 27 Apr 2011 12:03:00 -0400

When in doubt, pinky out. - Spongebob

- Peaceful

Mon, 25 Apr 2011 09:15:00 -0400

- Peaceful

If Ikea made instructions for everything.

Sun, 23 Jan 2011 13:15:05 -0500

If Ikea made instructions for everything.

Where am I when all this happens?

Thu, 06 Jan 2011 00:30:06 -0500

Where am I when all this happens?

"It’s not official until it’s on Facebook."

Wed, 05 Jan 2011 23:52:20 -0500

“It’s not official until it’s on Facebook.”

- Universal Law

How To Subtly Tell Someone They’re Creeping You Out

Wed, 05 Jan 2011 23:39:38 -0500

How To Subtly Tell Someone They’re Creeping You Out

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Mon, 06 Dec 2010 22:26:26 -0500