For some reason the crap I blog about usually pop in my head while lurring alone in our balcony watching at our drunken neighbor do really weird stuff while proudly wearing his bright orange Sta. Rosa City Jail t-shirt, or when I’m taking long introspective, suicidal walks all around, or when I’m peeing, and the best place to blog in is in a particular seat in Gloria Jeans which we call Shrine MotherFucker 1, with Smoketh and I filling the area with smoketh (small S) while snorting Voltage bits. And truly this is the perfect night to write something, having had, as Callistus N so aptly puts it, a “totally fucked-up day”. And just tonight, Smoketh has written her Didache inputs for our spiritual growth in two seconds–truly she is the new queen of the blogging world.
Too many stuff to write about,
too many comic book reviews to make,
too many rant rant rant, too many pieces of advice to give the lovelorn,
too many blogs of new bloggers to feature,
too many supposed-witty-funny stuff to regurgitate.
But I can’t concentrate, I can’t concentrate, I can’t string coherent thoughts together, and I don’t care if you think this is racist whatever, I can’t concentrate,
DAHIL ANG INGAY-INGAY NITONG MGA KORYANO SA TABI KO!!!!!