Okay, so I did something not so intelligent on the financial front, and decided to go to Puerto Rico anyway. (In other words, I put the ticket on my credit card.) I leave tomorrow, come back Monday night ( Read more... )

Coño, the last few weeks have been insane. I have to admit, however that I’m actively shaking the soda can and am happily about to pop the tab.

Puerto Rico is distractingly close. 21 days! 21 days! And then I’ll be back on my beloved little isla verde, la isla del encanto. How funny that I’m living in the Land of Enchantment and I’m about to go back ( Read more... )

Today as I walk I feel a "fuck you" in the curves of my hips, the look on my face, the color and shape of my eyes, and the sway of my hair. "Fuck you" in each step, in my smile-sun glinting off teeth, a grin that's almost a sneer. "Fuck you" in the grace of my neck and the straightness of my back, the long slope of my nose and pout of my lower lip.

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Landslide, deluge, rabbit-like. A plan rehashed when Jewel said, "We should travel together sometime soon." And I said, "Well, there's always Puerto Rico this summer."

This is going to happen.

The ocean is already dancing in front my eyes, palm fronds teasing my sunburned skin. Girl whose eyes match the sea. I have so much coming up in the next few ( Read more... )