Ago 31st, 2003
FIGHTING AMAXOFOBIA
Two years ago (two years after getting my driving licence) I got fed up of driving and I decided that I wouldn’t do it again. I developed such a hatred towards it that driving became a real paranoia for me. I like travelling by car, but being me the driver used to made me sick with anger (funny: not with fear).
My parents only helped to make things worse…
But today, my friend N. (the one who is going to Manchester… Oh, how I’m going to miss her too…) literally begged me to take her to the river by car (we could have gone on foot, but she really insisted a lot to go by car) so… After two years I got MY car (who is usually driven by my younger sister) and we both survived 
Anyway, I should get a little more practice… 
Oh, the water was really nice 
Hola, me llamo Cristina MJ, pero en este mundo paralelo me dicen 
Hello, my name is Cristina MJ, but I'm also known as 
Whoa. Sometimes when I’m driving around I think that for getting the license some lessons in anger management should be given! You can’t do any different than become angry when you have to cope with (some) jerks out there on the streets.