Gooooooooooood Morning Vietnam!
Ha, jk. I just had that line stuck in my head all day. Catchy, isn’t it?
Anyway, I wanted to say hello to the world of Word Press with my first blog! But, uh, anyone actually, you know, reading this? Or am I like a crazy person just talking to myself here? I guess it’s a good thing mental hospitals are nothing like they used to be… Yay for progress! Now, what can we do about those damned border jumpers…
WHOA THERE. YEAH. Another huuuge JK! I should get the right to be a farce racist though, in my opinion. I just so happen to be a Mexican (or half, or a quarter, depending on how you look at it). However, I am of the legal breed, born above the border in Southern California.
Yet I currently live in a small and racist hick town in the middle of Pennsylvania. Yupp. Way to pick a comforting home that I would feel like I belong, Mom -.o I get those Mexican jokes all the time. No one really means any harm by them, it’s just that they don’t understand what it’s like to be one of three Mexicans in all this country side…
You know what? To all my fellow Mexicans: Hold your head high and be proud of your blood line! While I’m at it..
To my fellow Irish: If any man tells you to suck it while you’re “down there,” drop kick ’em and tell em to kiss your wee little hiney!
I swear I really am starting to feel like a psycho just talking to myself in my head and my fingers automatically typing down my every thought. Except for when I’m too busy staring at my TV watching Malibu’s Most Wanted. Soooo, did I do a good first blog? Let me know what you think or what you think would be some constructive criticism, danke 🙂