I have a bad back and horrible knees but I still try to skate when I can.
I dream in color and in Spanish. I have no clue what the hell I am saying but I am carrying on a conversation like a interpretor!
Inside I'm a speeder and I'm trying to keep that under control.
I'm not as free as I'd like to be and I'm working on that. I hold back on a lot.
I day dream waaaaay to much!
Whenever I listen to 10:15 by the cure...It brings me back to my old high school days....ahhhh
I can go from listening Rock music to Flamenco without a flinch. From Oldies to Punk. From Classical to Reggae.
I just found out I have sent over 1,015 text messages and 874 picture messages in 1 month alone. This does not include the any of the mail I receive through my 4 email accounts that I have.
I learned how to type on a old school typewriter blindfolded.
Whenever I chuck....my lungs feel like they are going to expand and explode. I could never be bulimic or anorexic.
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I'm not what some may call a "Chola". I do however wear my eyeliner with precision. I grew up on the East Side. I've seen my fair share members of gangs: Nortenos, Surenos etc. But never once wanted to be in one. This is why I chose part of my name as Chola. I was always close to the fire. Sometimes I got burned and sometimes....sometimes I just watched the flame turn into smoke.
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