Now, I wish I could start off with an amusing anecdote about getting my visa but the Chinese didn't realize that Houston is nowhere near South Florida, and this means I have to use a visa service. Rather then have any amusing pictures, my visa story is me going down the street, and dropping my application off in the mail. In fact, the only amusing anecdote I have so far involved having a conversation entirely in Spanish with someone born and living in China. Hint: My Spanish sucks.
Now onto how the story really began. As many of you know, I can be impulsive as all hell. In this case, my parents realized it when I went from "Hey, I'm going to visit Cory before he moves to China" to "Hey, I'm moving to China!" within the period of a day. I had my resume professionally made, submitted it, and got the contract the next night. Since then, my life has been a whirlwind of hot woman, fast cars, and visa applications. As of this point, my decisions about China can be summed up in 1 sentance. Cory and I are spending Sunday mornings at the bar.
I promise future posts will be funnier, but to be honest, not much has happened yet. When I was taking blog names, some people came up with blog titles, which means I need to get myself into situations that allow for them. Because of this, I now officially open the betting pool on "What date does Adler get kicked out of China?"
P.S. The amount of TV shows currently being downloaded to bring with me: 118.7gigs(not including what Cory is bringing)
