My first blog, my first post

Well, guess I had better take advantage of this format. Seems kinda like an internet diary. LOL I always hated diaries, and here I am trying to flesh out my thoughts in an electronic one. Irony abounds.

I have this new blog, and I guess I'm gonna be venting and giving all kinds of personal info, with the hopes that somebody and nobody reads it.

I was born in Canada, raised in Canada, and lived in Canada for most of my life. My parents are from South America. Worst part is that I've got a totally hispanic first and last name. There is no way that anyone will ever confuse my name with an anglo one, add to this that I barely look hispanic :S

Well I've been back in Canada since January. I left Canada August of 98, because I had fallen in love with and married a Uruguayan girl (Uruguay is my parents home country). We went to live in Uruguay, and set up a life down there.

I thought we were happy. Guess not.

We have a little boy, his name's Frankie. He's almost a carbon copy of me, which makes me all kinds of proud.

But, the wifey decided a while back that she was no longer in love with the hubby. So she asked me for a seperation, I gave it to her. I don't like the idea of being with someone who doesn't love me.

Add to this that I lost my job (this was about December of 04). I made a harsh and maybe terrible decision. I would move back to Canada for a while and try to make a shitload of money so I could pay off my debts in Uruguay and then maybe go back.

It's now been 5 months since I've been here, and I'm depressed as hell. I miss my son horribly, my ex called me and told me that she wanted to be with me again, this was about 3 months ago, and then I found out that she had hooked up with her ex boyfriend and gotten pregnant. Now she wants an abortion, and it's illegal down there.

So I'm confused as all holy hell.

I live with my dipwad of an uncle, who has this strange obsession with 70s porn. And just my luck, my grandparents came to Canada from Uruguay, and are staying with us. This totally sucks.

All the while, I'm working and trying to send money down south to pay off everything, and I still send money to the ex, so that my beautiful wonderful son can stay in his bedroom. I miss him sooo bad.

I've actually looked for love, maybe in the wrong places, maybe in the right ones, no luck yet. Have met through the internet some amazing women, they're not all that interested in me though. I'm not all that good looking. Recently met a very interesting, but odd, woman. She makes me laugh alot.

More to come soon.