Estoy de acuerdo con lo del ejercicio como una droga–para mi es un refugio (en lugar de hablar de mis problemas o frustracion) y una adiccion. Si no lo hago, mi cuerpo lo pide. Pinches endorfinos… Pero creo que es mejor levantar cosas pesadas o correr como loco (o competir en competencias ridiculas como la KGWC) que usar cocaina diariamente.

That’s the life!

About my open letter…it’s not like the person is going to read it…but I do it as a why to vent my frustration and not just bottle in my emotions which really has always been a problem for me. Also, I try to show some insight into some of the problems that the family faces. In a weird way it’s almost like I want the person who the letter is intended for to read it…because I don’t have the nerve to tell her in person because I still haven’t convinced myself completely that that is my place. Sometimes my novia gets pissed off because she reads more about what I was feeling or thinking then from me telling her. But ya know…I think that this blogging adventure has made me more open with my feelings overall and that’s a good thing for me. Getting feedback from others has been a substitute for the Paxil. I genuinely try to be honest even if it makes me sound like an ignorant ass. Either way, I agree that the most fascinating aspect is that you read what is on the mind of others. When I was younger I used to wish that I could read minds. What is going through that person’s mind…what are they thinking at this exact moment? What are her worries? What makes him mad? Stuff like that…back then I used to think that I was a weirdo but now that’s what blogging gives us the ability to do…know what others are thinking.

How could you miss a fiesta de chones?!?

Hasta la próxima.