I forgot how much I hated the Superbowl.

The loud drunks yelling, the smell of cheap booze permeating throughout the building, the stupid drunken brawls out in the middle of the street. Pues, this isn't any different than what happens during the Olympics or World Cup, but it's still annoying.

Aiish, que dolor de cabeza. Me gustaría que esos pendejos ( Read more... )

[Emi hated the cold.

She thought the snow was pretty, yes, as Mexico did have its fair share of cold weather and snowfall. But that didn't mean she had to like it. Not now, anyway. Not when she was walking to the library, body fighting between the unwanted nip of the cold air and the uncomfortable, feverish heat that had engulfed her over night.

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