Monday, January 24, 2011

Hello and welcome to Illogical Sh*it

First off I know that little star does not edit anything. It's a joke ha! Albeit a very bad one. I am starting this blog which is about nothing really. I don't think it will attract many readers besides my friends. Though that is not the point. The point of this Blog is to put all of my "brain goo" down in writing. This was suggested to me by one of my best friends Jon Nellson. I would like to point out that he spells his name with two "l's", and for some reason is quite proud of that. While we are on the topic of last names I would like to point out that my last name Cardoso ends in an "o". There is no "a". I'm not "Italiano" despite all the jack asses who say to me "Are you sure you're not Italian?".

To this I always want to answer "Are you sure you're not an idiot?". This begs the question why do people care so much about where someone is from. Why does this have any bearing on how you are going to from your first impression of me. I think the question is fucking rude. Though I am amazed at how often I get this question when I first meet someone. Also for those of you who don't know my nationality it may come as a shocker to you I'm American. Yup I was born in this country. I know big fucking surprise.

Now if you want to know my descent I'm not going to tell you because that should not matter. One of the funniest stories I can recall about mixed up nationality with me happened my Junior year in Highshcool. I was seeing this beautiful young lady, and she invited me over to her place for dinner. Allow me to digress for a moment. Now to me this is one my favorite kinds of dates. It does not make for a good first date, or even second. Though if your moving forward it's a nice intimate gartering. For those of you who are thinking we'll you like it because there is a good chance you are going to get laid. Well not any more than any other date perv. And for those thinking I am sexist for enjoying the woman cooking for me. Get over yourself. I have no problem coking diner for a woman. . I went over and she cooked me lasagna. It was fantastic lasagna I ate more than I should of, but this made her happy. Well at the end of the meal she says to me "I'm so glad that you liked my lasagna." "I made it with you being Italian and all." I was kinda shocked, but this did not bother me.

So I decide to make light of the situation seeing she was clearly embarrassed. So I said to her " We'll it's alright. if you came over I would have made fired bologna. She did not seemed to pleased at the joke. Looking back at it now I think I called her a red neck. Oh well she should not have assumed crap any way. So she asks me "what are you then?". Now I was going to test her. Just to try and see what type of person she was. I respond with " I'm Muslim praise Ala." To which she responds "ewwww really?"." You should probably go then." At this point I start thinking to myself what if I really was Muslim. Yeah this girl is an ass. I respond to her "No not really, but I think you showed your true character." I left...she did have nice boobs though. I guess I should have stayed for those. Damn my loss.

Stay tuned next time for my thoughts on the Metric system.