Description

Personality

Your closest friends would describe you as:
A home-body. I don't go out much, would rather sit on the couch and watch television. I do have great communication skills, though. Can get along with almost anybody. I am also very observant and have a great sense of smell and hearing.
Describe any unusual markings you have here:
I have a tattoo of 'Infinite' in japanese on my left wrist and 'Existence' in japanese on my right wrist. I have a scar on my left eyebrow from falling in the bathroom on my face and I have a few minor scars on my arms and legs from my cat.
Your virtues are:
I donate to cat shelters all across the county and give money to bums that I see on the streets.
Your faults are:
I party a little too much-drinking, smoking, I have taken a few hallucinogenics and I've snorted more than a few things, too.
Your hobbies/interests are:
I write, read, paint, do yoga, and sing.
Your likes and dislikes are:
I like cats, chinese food, sea food, mcdonalds, the color green, rock, indie, and techno music, sleeping, eating, swimming, and working.
I dislike red meats, the government, country music, loud people, being told what to do.
Your greatest fears are:My greatest fears are being tortured to death, being burnt alive, being stung by a jellyfish and starving to death.

History

I was born in Miami, Florida to Adriel and Margaret Ray on October 17th in Jackson Memorial Hospital. We lived in a small pink house in a bad part of town.
My father worked at the docks as a fisherman and on the side sold cocaine while my mother worked as a receptionist for the local hair salon. We didn't have a lot of money, but we got by well enough. I went to a public elementary school and many good memories. I had a lot of friends and we all enjoyed playing at the public pool a few blocks away. But when I turned 12, my mother had me home schooled for middle and high school. At first, I put up with it. I would do my school work at home and then go across the street and hangout with my friends, but as I got older, I wanted more freedom, new friends, to go and live a little. And my parents were not having that.

At 15, I was 'blessed' with a little brother, Hilario. He was a loud and obnoxious baby who I could not stand. So I started to sneak out. I had a job at the time as a bagger at the grocery store, so I normally had enough money to take the bus to the other side of town and hit the clubs. I started partying a lot, got into the wrong crowd and became the girlfriend of a local drug dealer. Things got bad, he sold someone some bad drugs and their 'crew' wasn't too happy. I told him I couldn't handle that kind of life anymore and went back home to finish up my schooling. Two weeks later I heard on the news that he and his gang were in a shooting, killing him and two others. Not such a bad shame.

Staying home for the next few years until I got my diploma was pretty nice. I helped my mother take care of Hilario, my dad got out of selling cocaine and instead became a tailor. We moved into a nicer house a few blocks away. This time the house was turquoise. I was promoted to cashier and then assistant manager at the grocery store I worked at and got my diploma in the summer. With the help of my parents, I attended a local community college and got my associates in psychology and sociology and found a job at a recovery center. I moved out on my own and found a nice, small one bedroom apartment-color being white. I also found a little kitty to come live with me and she is now called Sasha is is very much spoiled. I began as an assistant counselor at the recovery center and a few months ago, I was promoted to counselor.