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Name: roberto
Gender: Male
Interests: Music (almost everything. I like pretty much every genre. Not too fond of death rock or metal, I guess). Dance, movies, fashion, theatre, broadway, shoping, boys, reading, activism, politics, tennis, the club scene, the city, taking long walks, people watching, psychology, Plato, makeup, glamour, technology, natural/organic foods, coffee, my friends, and your mom. :D Tehe.
Expertise: Dance <3
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
9/27/2004
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| Sometimes it's good to take a day to reflect on life. I put on my headphones, turn up the music, and just start walking. I am going nowhere in particular. I have nothing better to do (everything else can wait till tomorrow). The only things that matter are walking, and breathing. My steps and breaths fall in sync with the music, and thoughts pulse through my brain to the beat. Everything is alright. These are the only times I feel completely relaxed...it's even better than sleep. Soon, it seems as if everyone and everything around you is moving together. This is why I love the city. I love to walk around amongst the croud and pretend that we're all close friends or family; That we have some sort of tie, and know some secret that all the country-goers don't. In the country, you stand out. In the city, you blend in and stand out at the same time.
San Juan is so crowded and so diverse. The buildings and people are of all different colors (my aunt lives in a teal green and magenta apartment). This is one of the busiest cities in the world. It's definately a cultural experience.
I'd write more but the cybernet café I'm writing this from is closing. Now I'm going to walk to Javín's house, surrounded by my 400,000 friends. | | |
| +7lbs -----> -12lbs
Shut up and just be happy for me for once | | |
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Rest in peace, Sean. You will be missed.
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| So it's set. 1 week and 6 days from now, I'll be having
artificial lumbar disc replacement surgery. After they cut open
my ass, rip my back muscles and ligaments apart, and jerk my fucking
vertebrae back into place, they'll chop bone off my hip and ram it into
the two vertebrae I fractured. They they'll fuse those verterbrae
(to themselves, not to eachother), cover them with steel, blah blah
blah. Three discs will be replaced. They'll scrape out the
three existing discs, and shove three fake metal disks in their
place. Next they'll screw plates to my spine which won't fuse the
vertebrae, but will [maybe] keep them from misalligning and curving any
further. Then they'll slap my muscles and ligaments back
together, staple me shut, and make me move my legs. For the first
few days, I'll probably feel like I got hit by a bus. In the
ass. And the back. But don't worry, I plan on taking full
advantage of the "all-you-can-eat" pain-killer drip buffet they'll be
giving me. Just press the big red button that says "MORE
MORPHINE, GOD DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!!"
They'll release me back into the wild after five days or so with a new
hideous hard brace and a strict set of rules: No bending, no
twisting, no dancing, no lifting, no jumping, no fucking.
Maybe I'll get a monkey and train it to give me pedicures and tie my
shoelaces.
For the next three months, I'll wear the hard brace, consume pain-killers daily, meet weekly with a physical torturer...I mean therapist...,
and go in for periodic steroid injections. In my ass.
(...okay, in my lower back, but that's close enough to my ass.)
If all goes well, I'll resume dance in January. Mobility
limitations should be slight. Still, I won't be doing jazz (too
much bending and twisting) or competition for the year.
gotta love spinal fractures.
Love you all
xoxo
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| I call him father, not dad, because we don't love eachother.
I call her mother, not mom, because I know she hates me now and I don't
want to let myself get too close to anyone who is going to hurt me.
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