Sometimes I really just don’t give a ****. Has nothing to do about me but family or people I know.  It’s not like I hate them or anything. It’s just that I’m sick of them and tired of their crap. I love them to death and always will, but I can’t stand them. So since we are looking at the holidays coming up, it seems so freakin frightening.

Why can’t I have a nice and joyful holiday by my freakin self without ******* and being pulled into ******* drama that has nothing to do with me?  It does come in stages. If you are already nervous or upset about something, then you already went through the first stage.

The second stage is like the first until you are like I’ve done this before. You can make go of the other stages because it may or may not get better. Whatever may be, it’s still magical holidays. Family is what you make of it. Family is also what you do have. Close friends are so part of family too, no matter what anyone says.

If you decide to go along with the Jerry Springer special in your household or the Days of Our Lives even though we never seen that show, it’s your freakin choice to do so. You know what?  Let’s be busy having fun with our game nights, festivities and welcoming the fall pumpkin.

I was there
Warm wind blowing in my hair

The window half down
And such beauty all around

Warm wind breeze
Such memories

Disney and Sony
They are *****
Yelling and screaming mostly at Sony
But yet it is all part of the plan
Got to keep the bedroom demands

Spider-Man ain’t going no where
Disney and Sony’s secret love affair
Sony already signed with Venoms behind
Disney slurping all the ***** and creamin

Tom Holland is drunk with Tom Collins
Exciting you see, frustrating as it seems
Sony and Disney laughing all just because
Everyone is starting all the crazy fuss

Re-releases golden showers final hours
*** is better in front of others we together
Can’t ****** if it’s at the end game
Insane is the main part of the fame

It’s already been signed you see
The most fun is watching in ecstasy
We don’t give a **** what you say
It will all be announced this Labor Day

Because we work hard and stay hard
Didn’t come this far
So start the fire
Because we already **** tony McGuire

I got bored again or actually sleep deprived. Remember those times as a kid that it was cool to stay up late and never sleep?  No wonder as teenagers we all wanted to stay home and sleep. Actually the most sleepy people were teens of my age at that time. Today I would love to be sleepy. Even when I’m tired I can’t really sleep these days. Maybe it’s all the ******* we have to encounter on a daily basis. Funny how ****** up on how online stores try to sell you on their ******* miracle stress ads. Stress the number one killer being in their title. I’m like ***** really? Because ******* like this is the number one killer. Reading lies on a day to day basis does **** don’t you think?  Don’t get me tangled into that ******* political propaganda ******* that everyone is involved in. Because I really don’t give a ****. All that crapola is another way of killing you off early. I don’t care who said what and how either. ******* and screaming and having parties with balloons, pizza and ***** won’t solve anything. Stressing out over something is killing us all.  Not just us but it’s invading our tv shows, movies and sanity. ***** our expensive *** televisions, computers, and internet all together. Throwing all that money away when we could buy a bicycle or **** *** **** to wear as we walk as far as our legs will allow us to. The best experiences in life for me was getting the **** out of my house and enjoy the outdoors. Then again I did have a car reposed. So I really didn’t have a choice. But I’m glad that took that ugly *** car. Many of my best adult memories was walking and taking the city bus when available. I didn’t realize how much **** I was missing out on. Little stores or art pieces to beautiful scenery that was always there but was blind because I was behind a wheel with speeding ******* that love their horns or didn’t know how to drive to where I was put into a position to keep myself and any occupants with me alive. Maybe they need to sleep too.

I really want to hate you
But really I had moved on
You can move on too

I really hate visiting the same place
Being dragged on is no fun
All the great things if we had space
The adventure had been done

only end is between me and you
Dark horrible places take spaces
Something we both hate so why go
We seen much prettier places

Fifty bees fly by and in the sky
Finding a new life and to decide
Deciding if pollination is predication

Show no stings and fly with wings
Let it all go and live life and be happy
That’s how it should all be until the
Fat lady sings

Should we give up?  Actually should I give a **** anymore?  I bet a thousand ****** dollars you have thought the same ****. I really can’t tell you what the **** is wrong with people. I can tell you what the **** is wrong with me. I do go to a psychiatrist.  

Yea surprise surprise. I do wish many would go. It really isn’t what you think it is. My parents were like oh no nothing wrong with our sweet baby. Nothing wrong with us or what we did or our seed. They were full of **** just like everyone else. They should go too actually.

You can’t always win all. You can sure put up a big ******* fight. This ******* politics is exhausting and boring crap. You want to stand out?  Save your breathe and energy into something that you actually stand for. Not because of ******* or someone said. Who really gives a **** about what someone says?  

I really don’t give a **** about what someone says. Just because they said it?  Because they post it? Because they tweet?  Because they have several ****** up losers following them?  It’s all a ******* joke. Put your big girl or boys ******* in. Grow something if you have too and actually make a difference.
Not hard people but could be but bring it without exhaustion

I’ve been called all kinds of ****. Even a dude once. That ******* doesn’t bother me one bit at all. I can be dancing at a club or a **** hole that wants to be a club. The thing is ladies are pretty. We look nice, smell nice, and accessorize. All be **** if some dude with a hundred dollar suit comes in and he can’t buy me one ******* drink. Like 6 dollars, really?  My shoes cost more than what you’re wearing.
I really don’t give a **** what anyone calls me. Maybe I could be dude. At least I would know how to dress and please a woman. Too bad I’m not a dude. I could get off with all kinds of ******* Scott free. Cheap suits and treat myself. Then again it would not be my style.

Dudes do have it rough sometimes too. Depending on the women they get involved with. Hell could be family or upbringing. Who the hell the knows. I can tell you my son the dude would ******* know better. Women spend so much time looking good, well **** my son would be spending much time in not only treating women right but choosing the right one.

Yea choosing the right one. Strikes a nerve in everyone. Always has. You know what?  It always will. Not always easy to raise the right boy. Too much ******* on television anymore. High or low expectations, that everyone has lost their ******* minds. Nothing wrong with going old school because it’s never been proven wrong. Am I wrong?