I F*cking Hate you....

Ulcer. You don't let me enjoy all the foods I love....who wants nachos without the jalapenos? Carne asada tacos with no tapatio? Enchiladas with no red sauce? Fruit with no chamoy? I'm mexican so that means...I LOVE chili. Everything I eat has chili. I always have to have tapatio,it's like air to me,I'd die without it.From reading this you've probably guessed how I got the ulcer. But growing up,that's what I was surrounded by,HOT SAUCE. Every house we went to,they gave you chili with your food. I started loving it when I was 5 because my Mom tried punishing my for cussing by putting chili in my mouth. Didn't work. I became addicted. No one would share my food with me because I put so much hot sauce on everything. But now,I can't even have hot cheetos without worrying about getting heartburn. So now I'm on medication until who knows when. But I must admit,I had fun not worrying about what would happen if I ate this or that,eating until I felt like I was gonna burst. I also enjoyed drinking milk and not being afraid of the pain it would cause my stomach...but that's another story.

Lucky Bitch.

Busted.

I love fruit.

Doesn't everyone?

I need a ride.

I've decided after being in 3 car accidents (I was the passenger) that cars aren't for me. Every time I'm in a car I freak out and think every car is out to get me.Since I live outside of Phoenix in a small city called Avondale,I figure a bike will suit me just fine,since everything is pretty darn close. Besides,I need the exercise.Going up 2 pant sizes just isn't right when you're only 4'11...can you say muffin top? So the main squeeze has decided to buy me a beach cruiser.I'm pretty friggin' excited about it too!!I posted a pic of the kind I've been eyeing. It only costs 165,which isn't bad seeing as how that sucker is gonna be used till the tires fall off.

R.I.P Michael Jackson.

1958-2009

What's that smell?

LMAO,my boyfriend can be a real "ass" sometimes.