Why

WHY did I create this blog...

I guess like every other person in the world, they want to feel as if their opinion matters. I mean, out of everyone that exists currently, we can say that .00002% of them actually get their opinion heard and recognized as legitimate. The rest sit on their couches as the .00002% tell them what to think.

SO

WHAT am I going to be blogging about...

I guess I'll write about things that happen, that don't happen. I don't want to go on epic tangents about pointless things that only myself, my father, a gerbil, a zucchini and a woman at the local grocery store can relate to. Maybe I will, but it'll have a point that more people can relate to.
Maybe.

WHEN will I blog...

Whenever shit happens. Which, where I live, doesn't happen much. So I guess I have to make shit happen to write about, like that Argentinian reporter that created murders so his show would gain popularity.
I want my blog to be popular.
My neighbors should watch out.

WHERE will I blog...

Well, that's not a very good question. I mean, I type at either my mom's, dad's, uncle's, friend's house. Or maybe at the local library. At the Starbucks that everyone who's around 40 years old goes because they want to maintain some sort of hipness without compromising the fact that their 9 year old son doesn't want you to reflect back on when you used to be the rebel generation, but in fact wants you to get them to school on time.
Get them to school. So they don't end up white trash.
Oh, and I live in the Bay Area, California. The coolest place in Cali, because we have to make shit up to do, because there's jack shit to do, that's why we die ghost riding and high siding.
Unless you live in San Francisco.
Lucky fucking SF kids.

WHO is even writing this shit?

Me. My name is Sean. To be honest, I'm not very interesting. I'm like every other person that has problems. Except I try not to openly complain that the world hates me, I'll just slide it by you in a subliminal manner, and the next time that you read your favorite romance-erotica novel, you'll realize "Wow, that guy was a bitch."
And you'll laugh, as you curl your toes and wonder what Jorge the gardener will do to Cathy in the exterior pool house as you flip to the next chapter. Ohhhh Jorge.........