Fiorella was a geek before geeks were cool. Socially awkward, she never cut classes, always did her homework, and was a top-notch student. She wrote poetry and short stories, edited her high school Latin magazine, and the state Latin rag, took classes like physics and Russian in college, graduated Phi Beta Kappa and Magna cum Laude, never smoked pot, and never even thought of getting pierced or tattooed.
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What is going on with you, Julieta? Why are you listening to Ana? For heaven's sake, can't you see that she's leading you down the garden path? After all, she's a BLONDE, and blondes and redheads are always bad, bad girls en telenovelas. Remember Rebeca in El Color dela Pasion and Gaciela in Vino El Amor?
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Fio would like someone to haul out that old Michael Jackson song about teaching the world to sing. We could use some harmony right about now.
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To be Fiorella's friend means that sooner or later, she will learn your birthday and celebrate it. She's fixated that way.
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Yes, Fio is seriously considering turning out at least a few Trump jingles set to music. The tragi-comedy opera she's been proposing may yet come into being.
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