Mama I'm comin home.

Hey straight up true homeslices, I'm a comin.. this Wednesday for 2 weeks. I've got a serious case of get the eff out of new york or perish right now. I can not wait to step off of that plane and breathe in some sweet unpolluted minnesotan air. Now I know what your thinking, "oh sure, she says that now but she will be here for 2 days and start bitching about wanting to go home.." I assure you that will not be the case this time, I am beyond hyped to come back to where it all started, and as much as I hate to admit it, I'm starting to have some Minneapolis pride. I have bonded with many a Midwesterner on such topics as; People here are assholes, People here are vultures, People have no soul, People here have worse accents then us, do you remember trees, I do.. Do you remember when it didn't cost you 6 bucks for a box of cheez-its, I do.. Do you remember only ever seeing rats in pet stores instead of buffalo sized vermin chasing you onto the subway like 3 times a week, I do..

These conversations can go on and on, and then we get all nostalgic and teary eyed, huggin and goin on about how nobody has a bond like us uprooted middle americans and we gotta stick together cause these New Yorkers don't know nothin about manners or bone chilling cold. Yup, it happens, but then we just go back to being as heartless and bitchy as every other stuck up person who lives here. So it goes...