Something Doesn't Feel Right

Every since I moved back to Texas I've felt out of place. I don't know if it's the town I live in or what. I would prefer a smaller town. Better yet I would prefer to go back to Jersey. I want the slower pace of a small town at the same time I want the energy of a place close to NYC. I'm so confused. All I really know is I don't belong here. The problem is The Wife likes it here and doesn't want to move. For a man that usually has all the answers, I'm stumped. I don't think I'll ever change her mind. Maybe I'll just change wives.

Keep on keeping on.

I'm Still Here

I ain't going anywhere. Just reading some old post and being amazed by my writing skills. Plus I don't want to repeat myself.

Piss up a rope.

Morons (or those that voted for Hussein)

You poor misguided fools. If you think the last four years were bad just wait for the next four. It's goning to be all the same shit all over again. He ain't gonna fix shit. He give his pretty little speeches and then not do a damn thing, He should be impeached and then prosecuted for Benghazi.  Lets not forget Operation Fast and Furious. He's quickly running out of people to throw under the bus. Sooner or later he's going to have to take responsibility for his actions. Let's just hope it's sooner before he cuts the military to the point that we get taken over by a foreign country.

Learn Chinese.

Romney Of Course

Just a reminder that a vote for Hussein is a vote for socialist control of America. It's also a vote for Sharia law and FEMA death camps. Not only that if you vote for Hussein you're just a fucking retard.

AMERICA FUCK YEAH

NoMoPoHo Post number somefuckingthing

I will soon be fitted for a straight jacket. I'm sure of it. Between The Wife going on strike as far as house work, Jr knocking up his girlfriend and T3 busting his head open when he thought he could step out of a moving car. I swear I'm looney tunes. I'm just glad Duck Dynasty is back on. Those rednecks help keep me sane. When I'm watching them I forget the hell that my so called life has become. I love redneck TV. Can't get enough of it. I don't care that most of it is faked reality. Give me some dumbass rednecks on the boob tube (HA I said boob) and I am as happy as..........something that's really happy.

I know my post have not been up to par but I'm slowly working my way back into this shit. I have a couple of GREAT stories lined up and ready but I need to get my readership back up. So put the word out for me. One of the stories will shock and amaze you the other will sicken you and make most of you hate me.

Intriguing huh?

You do you and I'll do you.

I'm To Young

I'm going to be a grandfather.

Driving My Life Away

I"m not supposed to drive but I do a shit ton of it. I have to make sure everybody gets to where they need to be. Got to get The Wife to work Then I have to get T3 to school. Then I get Jr to work. Then I pick the Wife up from work and Jr from work. Then I get T3 from school. After the I take Jr to his second job. On Jr's days off I have to pick up and drop his girlfriend. In between all that I wait .I wait for who needs a ride next. If I'm not driving I'm waiting. This means I can't do any of the things I want or need to accomplish.

I have several website ideas that will make me rich. I also like to make things. Little things. Things that take time and a lot of concentration. Well by the time I get set up and ready to start I have to put everything away so I can pick somebody up or drop them off..

Did I mention that in order to do all this driving I have to skip some of my meds. Meds that keep me from hurting so I'm in pain all day. It all makes me pretty grumpy. Of course when I get grumpy everybody gives me shit about it. It's enough to make me crazier.

Anyway I'm tired of being grumpy, in pain, waiting, and being the designated driver.

Drive Angry.

Well Shit

I already screwed that up.

NoMoPoHo

I an unofficially doing the write everyday day of November thing. I had lost the will to write for a long time along with the will to live. I was diagnosed with cirrhosis of the liver last year. My three liver doctors all told me different things. One told me 10 to 20 years, one told me 5 years and one told me he didn't know. the 5 years got stuck in my head and I went all depressive and shit. So now I take a bucket of pills everyday. I've been fighting with Social Security since October 2010, so that depresses me even more so now I'm just a big bag of whiny.

I've been wanting to write again but I don't want to bring anybody down, so if I get to whiny remind me to shut the fuck up.

That's all for today. I'll try to be more creative tomorrow.

You do you and I'll do me.

The Gloves Are Off

When I first started this blog, I didn't know anybody. Then I gained a few followers. My blogs became a little more sensitive because I was concerned with other peoples feelings. Not anymore. I am coming back soon and I will not be concerned with how something might hurt somebody emotionally, nor will I be concerned with how you feel about me. I tried real hard, real God-damned hard to be a better person. You want to know where it got me, it got me no-fucking-where. So if you still read this you can welcome back the asshole me. I'm going to follow natures course instead of fighting it.


You do you. I'll do me.