An emotional blowjob

Sorry if that's crude. Am I crude?

I'm currently war-tossed. And, and, what does that even mean? I think the more I think, the more confused I get and go and come and away and up.

Tequila

What am I doing up at this late hour?

Certainly, I'm mentally preparing myself for school today! And tomorrow, and the next, and you get the picture. But do I?

When I woke up this morning, I had a post all planned out. Serious! But all my thoughts have floated away from me (the tree) and into the world (the river) since then. That's a paraphrase-al from Jonathan Safran Foer whose novel Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close promises to be a wonderful read. I've already nearly-cried twice! If it wasn't for the mother in the room, I would have burst.

I try my best to do it in the comfort of my own world, but it's hard with the 6-7-8 billion out there and the five or so who actually care/matter. Sometimes it's hard to resist the plea for help, being the attention-grabbing creature I am. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm all for it. It's a great release. It just feels good, you know? It's just one of things better left alone, like moldy fruits and breads and tequila in water bottles and the like.

Do you know what I'm saying??

The Most Dangerous Game, at least

It seems fitting that for my first post ever, I should begin where it all began, at least for me.

That would be the San Francisco Children's Hospital. But, speeding up a considerable amount of time to years and memories remembered, we land in filipino-infested Daly City. I grew up at 359 Willits Street, so that would make my stripper-friendly name Bugsy Willits... am i right?

I think there was a point to all of this. There was! This is! It is this:
I dedicate this to the city/town/suburb/metropolis/Annapolis I call home. Normally, I bash Daly City for all its worth. I sniffle at the thought of 101,500 packed into all-the-same-looking houses, I quiver to the sound of Asian accents I could never achieve, I cringe, I whimper, I hop on muni every chance I get. But this is my hometown, and it always will be. Daly City is the blood relative I can never dissociate myself from, try as I might.

Yes, I continually pray that I'll be up and atom this time next year and before. (College, here I come??) But fond memories have indeed been made while living here, and they are the stuff of this blog, at least for now.