Yesterday, you got a little taste of who we are as Midwest Lao Americans. And as writers. I guess I get a tad antsy labeling myself as a writer. I have nothing formally published and don’t consider myself a writer, much less a blogger. I simply write for the sake of writing, without a care for grammar or technical perfection. I’ve even been told by my professor at one point that, “Blogging isn’t writing, it’s graffiti with punctuation.” My friend Bryan the Worra advised, “Well then, you better be the Banksy of Blogging!” I couldn’t agree more. And that’s part of why I’m here. There are no barriers to writing and posting what I want on a clean slate. This is the beauty of blogging. So who am I? I’ll spare you the usual refugee immigrant story. That’s for another LONG post. I’ll tap in a little intro of myself in one sentence: I’m a 20-something who works in the glamorous nonprofit world, encounters daily stereotypical mishaps, hunts for simple humor, and casually writes for escapism. Enough …