Well...let us start from the start..

Well, first let me thank you for logging on and coming to enjoy my new blog site. I started this after seeing a friend, distant uncle, and my own dad enjoying the "blogging". I saw it gay at first....almost as if it were an online diary for grown men who need a vent from their wives. Ha well I completely understand now that this is my new vent.

I have never understood why my God forsaken internet would never hook up correctly in my new apartment. I have done everything by the book and spent about 4 total hours on the phone with customer service representitives, speaking in their thick middle eastern accents, calling me sir at every breath they took. Kinda nice for once!! I might start calling just to talk to Hjjiahm or Sonjam again for that ittty bit of respect from someone you just dont know. Ha anyways...more about what makes me...ME.

I was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico at a Presbyterian Hospital on July 9th, in the great year of 1990. I was raised all throughout Albuquerque in a Southern Baptist household with everything I could ever need. I never missed a meal and never went cold at night. My mother has held many jobs in my childhood that I can remember, anything from a certified massage therapist to a calligrapher. I remember one of her side jobs was building...yea I said building...Wedding cakes. She made the most beautiful and artistic cakes. I remember one cake...and only one cake that she had made because I got beat so bad that I just cant remember the rest!!!

It was sitting there on the table...... just staring at me..... "Hhhheeeeyyyyyy little Wesley.... commmmeerrrree"... as I approached the cake at the tiny age of 4, I knew I could be busted bad on this one... I took a step... then another.... Before I knew it I was there... chin high right up to that table staring at the designs on the side of the beautiful cake.... then it was like something I had never felt before... My arm was moving... My finger extending.... then... oh then.. the flavor.. I took my chubby little finger and dug all i could with that one little finger out of that beautiful cake.... no spanking, no grounding, nothing could have been done to me to make me sorry for tasting that delicious cake...until I saw the tears and red face of my mother... at least 20 Hours of work put in to that cake that I had de-virginized with my stupid little lack of control.. I know my mother worked her hardest on that cake and to this day I will never forget the chunk of cake I took out of "The Scoop Heard 'round the World".