The Perks of Being a Cuban.

I didn't know water had an expiration date! My water expires July 15 2007. good to know

Dear blog,
I haven't tired of you. Be flattered as I have given up on so many blogs. Maybe I like you so much because I can be completely honest, completely myself, and no one reads you. No one really knows about you, except 2 people. I've been blogging since february when I discovered the word "blogging". The verb for each online journal is different- "xangaed" on xanga and simple "posted" on LJ or GJ. I have a GJ too-- don't be jealous dear blog as it is simply a graphic journal-- which doesn't get the respect it deserves. So you are still my favorite blog I love you blogspot and take my pants off for you!

I like the feeling I get as I write on my blog. The cathartic release of ANYTHING that may be bothering me or anything that may be delighting me. It's anonymous and no one will ever see it except those 2 I mentioned earlier. It feels good to get it all out online and just have it all sitting here in a very neatly designed blog. It's hot and I do NOT want to go outside (until Tuesday when I have to get Mambo Kings) so blogging is a very nice alternative to sweating.

Assuming you are a female, I'd like to marry you blogspot. You have a manly name so we can still be friends. I saw a guy dressed like a woman today at Bed Bath and Beyond ( i didnt want to go out but had to). He She It wasnt a good one. HeSheIt had hairy legs Huge hands and dressed like a Mexican whore. One of my 2 readers future no doubt

It seems as though when everything is just going normally in my life I have nothing to blog about. But I miss blogging and feel bda that I had given it up for a while as my readers are very important to me. Well one of them is at least.

I was eating a twinkie and thoght of the unimportant reader. Be flattered that you are at least still in my thoughts albeit as a snack food that represents asians who are whiter than a Faith Hill concert. I never really got into the twinkie (snack not asian). It was alright and I ate it from time to time but it was bever a big thing for me like some people make it out to be. Yes it was sweet, but the texture of the "bread" always weirded me out. It always tasted stale and was sort of unappealing.

My obsession for Hawai'i grows. I want to teach myself hawaiian, which I believe is more practical than teaching myself a conventional language like Italian or French. I don't really understand what it was that attracted me to Hawaiian music culture and traditions but everything I see of the island and its people is fascinating. Up until a few weeks ago I though the most proud people in the world were the Cubans. But Hawaiians can be defined almost the same way Diego Luna defined Cubans (the ones here can't wait to go back and the ones there never want to leave). I haven't spoken to many hawaiians first hand but it seems like the ones on the mainland can't stop talking about the island and the ones on the island will have severe withdrawal if they love their homely paradise for too long. If I didnt hate the heat I know Hawai'i would be where I'd want to live the rest of my life. Spam aside I can learn to love it.