Xaria

I'M FEELING FLIRTY TODAY!
ME MYSELF AND i
  • 25 - 29 yrs old
  • 5' 5"
  • Brown
  • Shoulder
  • Other
  • Latino/Hispanic

Connections (19)

Susan Janet Cooper Susan Janet Cooper

Actor New York, NY

Mike Endes Mike Endes

Actor Santa Monica, CA

Sammy Mena Sammy Mena

Actor Bronx, NY

All Connections
Favorite TV Shows
Antony Bordain no reservation, Taps:Ghost hunters,Tudors, Lword,Law and Order,Dexter,CSI and Weeds

Favorite Books
anything by Anne Rice, Nora Roberts ,Hamilton or Stephen king.

Favorite Music
rock,trance,pop


About me:
I'M A GEMINI CUSP SO THAT MAKE ME CRABBY BIPOLAR BITCH LOL . I'M ELDEST OF THREE KID.
Heritage: Puerto Rican/Italian
WHAT YOU I LOOK LIKE LOL LOK AT MY PIC .
Hair Color: BLACK Eye Color:Brown Skin tone: TAN skined
Face Shape: oval Height: 5'5 Weight: none you damn business Shoe size: 10 FAVORITES: Colors: Blue, Black, Green, White, RED, and grey
Cars: all types...Acuras...Hondas....Camaros
Snack Foods: umm so many...doritos pringles..oreos...cake!!!...cookies (I KNOW I'M NOT SUPOSSE TO EAT THAT BUT F IT YOU ONLY LIVE LIFE ONCE WHY NOT DO AS YOU WANT AND BE HAPPY WITH YOURSELF)
Beverages: Arizona Iced Tea...DIET 7UP
Clubs: ....julep,lucky chengs,pyramid,delancy ,CHINA CLUB AND KION LOUNGE

Interests and Activities
PhotOgraphy is my passion.
Museums: All types especially the hall of science
SHOPPING :EBAY JUNKIE LOL
Outdoor Activities:anything
DOES THOSE Monopoly? ,Checkers? , Chess?, Scrabble?,Trivial Pursuit? AND Poker COUNT?

Favorite Movies
old black and whites. birds ,hills have eyes old and new remake. the eye the orignal version. HORROR ,DRAMA,COMEDIES. FAVORITE TEAR JERKER ARE WHEN DREAMS MAY COME,PATCH ADAMS,CASTAWAY (POOR WILSON) AND PHILIDALPIA

Favorite Talent
photography .

Favorite Quotes
STRENGTH,COURAGE AND COFINDENCE BY EVERY EXPERIENCE IN WHICH YOU REALLY STOP TO LOOK FEAR IN THE FACE. YOU ARE ABLE TO SAY TO YOURSELF "I HAVE LIVED THROUGHT THIS HORROR. I CAN TAKE THE NEXT THING THAT COMES ALONG " YOU MUST DO THE THING YOU THINK YOU CANNOT DO~ELEANOR ROOSEVELT