Blogging arenas make my knees weak, not in a heart-melting emotionally chaotic way, but the way a caped matador surely feels when he sees those bloodshot eyes riveted on him in the bullring.
In an absolutely insecure feat of mind over body, I have decided to set my soul bare on this virgin page...will I now be known as the Cristina Sánchez of bloggers?
As I delve into these precious illusions of mine (who have never let me down by the way), I look forward to forgetting who I was to become who I am.
What part of my history will be reinvented or under rug swept?
Don't forget to tune in next...this season is going to blow...my mind.
Hi! Just found your blog while browsing! Loving it so far! ;p
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