My latino blood was pumping through my veins like a rollar coaster making my adrenaline go crazy. This is what running does to me. I have to run if i don't I think I might die! Im think. I'm only six-teen so I wouldn't exactly kknow all that medical crap and knowledge !@%$ they keep shoving down my throat at school. I'm never gonna need to know this stuff anyway so why even bother. I'm going to be a famous fashion designer and go all over the world not giving a %@!& who I step on to get what I want and need. Mama says its not practical to think crazy thoughts. love you dearly but no one gives a left nut what you think, well except for her mental clients. Whatever brings home the bacon. Hmmm... Bacon.  I love pig ass,  just wakes you up in the morning with a big smack to the face yelling I'm here and I want you to eat me! Sorry about the rtambling its just I met this really hot guy at my soccer game and I'm hooked on him like those three year olds are hooked on phonix.

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