San Francisco Love

My lack of inspiration these days is palpable. I started writing the book I have always wanted to write and it's coming out exactly how I don't want it to come out. I don't know what I'm doing. I write because I love it but I sit down to write a book and I start doubting myself. Does anyone give a shit, who doesn't have to give a shit? I know my parents and my sister read my work because they have to, but what about all those millions of other people out there who don't? Am I really that compelling? Fuck if I know. Still working on it though, still writing, still looking for a job in San Francisco, still trying to figure out my shite.

Its been over a month since I have been back from my trip and it's gotten a lot easier. Traveling will never really go away, but the urge to pick up and go right now, is slowly fading the more I hang out in San Francisco and feel connected to my friends. I'm having a blast. Yes I'm broke which is a constant issue and I don't have my own apartment yet, but I still have so much fun going out, and as of late, been meeting some pretty cool people too. Sometimes I feel like the social attitude I had when traveling has now been translated to my life at home. I'm more confident, I can talk to anyone, and I love connecting with new people the way I did with randoms all over Asia.

I saw this really awesome set of djs, Flosstraudaums, on Saturday night at Mezzanine in San Fran. It rocked, I don't remember the last time I danced my ass off like that or had so much fun. I got trashed of vodka Red bull and boogied my ass off. I'm fan Flosstraudamus, I am a fan.

Ok, I have lots of fun. Next step on my life's train: a job ...