Transformation. Every time I stop and think. I've changed. Every time I breathe a second more. I've changed. Biologically, philosophically, intellectually...I change. When, if ever does it stop? Should it ever stop?
Born: P A, South America [Nope, I'm not Hispanic, seriously]
Traveled since 3 months of age, been to all the continents except Australia and Africa. [I'll remedy part of that one day, maybe never, but you can never be too hopeful unless it's damaging]
Been in TX since 1994, w/ excursions every couple of years to the Philippines, New Jersey, Florida, Arizona, and California.
I like: cocoa, chocolate, nachos, rings, high heels (mostly to look at), poetry,