The Sweet Smell of Coughdrops

I'm sick again. For the third time this month. Damn. I have coughdrop breath xD

No mothatruckin' lie, I've been listening to disco music like crazy. And I love it. No lie. That just adds on to the endless list of things that people find to be weird about me. Am I really THAT weird? So what if I like flat soda & melted ice cream, ya bastards! To add on to the variety, I've been listening to a lot of Daddy Yankee too. Hah, is that normal enough for you?

So the other night my parents were having a talk about ethnicity groups and shit blah blah AND THEN I was like, "I wanna visit my grandmammmaaaa" and they were like, "you couldn't last a day." Couldn't last a day? I used to practically live with her! And then they babbled on about how I was too white washed and that Mexicans disgust me and I got really pissed. AND THEN, my mom had the nerve to tell me that Mexico wasn't my hometown, that it was fuckin' Orange County cuz that's where I was born. She literally told me I didn't belong. Okay... being born in the United States only makes me a citizen, it doesn't take away my Mexican ethnicity. OH, AND THEN, my family in Mexico call me gringa and gabacha and shit and my immediate family calls me white wtf. DO I NOT BELONG ANYWHERE?! And my dad, just to fuel the fire a tad more, told me the chain of Aztecan ancestors in our family was broken when I was born because I was "infected by the white man". That can't be true unless my mother had sex with an actual white guy and he was my real dad. But that can't be true either because the physical and internal similarities with my father are far too obvious. I love that guy, I really do. I make it seem as if I don't and that's not true.

SORRY, THAT SHIT WAS BOTHERING ME.