You know what I love?  When someone posts a Facebook status talking about how they’re tired of Facebook.  That’s like going to a bar and yelling to the patrons about your battle with alcoholism.  I mean, how believable would you be if you let a guy strip you down to your Vicky’s for some foreplay, then begin to tell him that you think you should slow things down?

You know what else I love?  Seeing someone get into a heated argument - on a Bluetooth headset.  Since it’s illegal to beat their ass in public for being a douche bag, it’s a decent alternative to watch them look retarded in front of everyone else who is looking on.  The laws should change, though.  I think that if you’re caught using a Bluetooth headset while you’re walking with at least one open hand, you should be publicly beaten with hammers.  While you’re naked.  Wearing a Mexican sombrero.

Oh, by the way.  My bike got stolen over the weekend.  I live in Little Havana, one of the most predominantly Hispanic neighborhoods in the United States.  So I did the only thing I could do.  I blamed a black guy.  Which isn’t any more racist than when the blacks see me playing with one of my half-black cousins, and they make the assumption that I’m the child’s social worker, or the parent’s parole officer.  Hey, who’s the racist now?

As I understand it, racism pertains to any situation where one race is treated differently based on skin color.  Most of the time, it has a negative connotation.  But I’ve never heard a black guy get pissed at me for choosing him first in a pick-up basketball game.  If he was like “yo, how come you picked me first? Is it because I’m black?”  I’d be like “hell yeah it’s because you’re black!  Everyone knows you can run faster and jump higher!”

That’s all I’ve got for today.  A mixed basket, yes, but a basket nonetheless.  And that’s more than I’ve written in a while.  More to come soon!