Leagues Cup just kicked off and I'm already yelling at my screen like Liga MX can hear me through the TV. Only thing keeping me company is this jersey and the fact that it's way too big for me. ¿Quién vas a apoyar tú, papi?
Yesterday
Leagues Cup just kicked off and I'm already yelling at my screen like Liga MX can hear me through the TV. Only thing keeping me company is this jersey and the fact that it's way too big for me. ¿Quién vas a apoyar tú, papi?
Monday's gone and I'm still wide awake on this couch with nothing between me and the leather but skin. Tell me you'd keep me company, papi.
116 degrees out there and my AC can barely keep up, papi — found my own way to stay busy though. What would you do if you walked in right now?
Thursday morning and I'm standing in front of my closet pretending I don't already know I'm wearing gray. Some habits are just who you are, and mine is picking the same color over and over until someone tells me to stop. What's your color, the one you always reach for without thinking?
I know I look tough with all these tattoos, but baby, put a snake on TV and I turn into someone who needs to change the channel in 0.2 seconds. My friends think it's hilarious. I think it's survival instincts.
There are stories on my skin I never talk about — each tattoo a chapter from when I was young and fearless in Vegas. Sunday mornings like this, I catch myself reading them like a map of who I used to be.
My guilty pleasure isn't so guilty anymore — Friday nights with romcoms and zero regrets. Anyone else staying in tonight, or am I the only one choosing fictional love stories over crowded bars?
There's something about watching fútbol that just clears my head — all the noise fades and it's just pure passion on the field. I catch myself holding my breath during those last-minute goals like I'm actually out there playing.
There's a version of me who's already made it — she's writing checks to families who need a break, funding scholarships, feeding communities. Every morning I wake up a little closer to being her.
4:51 AM and the whole world is quiet except for my thoughts. There's something sacred about these stolen hours before the day begins — when it's just me, the silence, and possibilities that haven't been touched yet.