Birthday Celebration

Good afternoon and TGIF kids! I hope you enjoy your day to the fullest and remember, don’t let no asshole fuck it up for you no matter what goes down.

Today I took a vacation day from the salt mines, in order to help my wife and daughter get things ready for their birthday celebration tomorrow. In case you might ask, yes they both share the same birthday, which is crazy, because they each have a surprise planned for the other, but they don’t know about it.

With that said, I’m Audi 5000 y’all!

Who The Fuck Does That?

Over the past few years, I keep catching myself looking at, and complaining about, the negative and positive side of almost every little thing that I come across in life. From not so much diversity in movies and TV, to the fake diversity in movies and TV. From people who would do anything for attention, to people who I deeply believe should really get attention.

I mean, who the fuck does that?

Am I Different Enough Now?

It’s so sad, how so many people try so hard, to be different, not realizing that no matter what they do, we were all born different. From extreme plastic surgeries to changing the color of their skin, they refuse to look inside, because they can’t escape their daemons.

Me The Weekend Binge Drinking Par-Time Alcoholic

It’s funny, but some people might classify me as an everyday average alcoholic, just because when I start drinking, I can’t stop. The thing is, that I consider myself a “weekend binge drinking par-time alcoholic”. Why? Because I only drink SOME weekends, but when I do, I do it for a couple of days none stop. Other than that, I’m OK with alcohol, because I don’t have to or want to drink everyday anyway.

As a matter of fact, there have been many times, when I have been alcohol free for months, without a problem. I mean don’t get me wrong, I do have a drinking problem, but only when I have the first beer on any given weekend. That’s the reason why I’m happy to say, that today I have been alcohol free for 6 days… WOO-HOO!

Empowering Women? My Ass!

I remember that back when I was around 12 or 13 years old, my father ran out on my mother, my six older sisters and me, and we struggled like hell for a long time. So, this is what I think about the bullshit empowerment movement that has been going on for a while now.

I find it really fucked up, that the women that go around talking shit about empowerment, are women with power, money and something to sell… Like a stupid fucking book or some other shitty product.
I have never seen, not one of them, sit down and talk personally to a high school dropout, single mother of four, who must work 12+ hours a day, with no benefits whatsoever, at a little fucked up corner restaurant or bar, where dumb ass men, want to feel her all the time. And who is struggling to keep a roof over her kid’s head, food on the table and give them a good education.

Explain to this to me please, because I am a really fucking stupid little man who grew up with 9 women in his life, who influenced me to be the man that I am today…

How are you empowering women, by posting naked pictures of yourself on social media? How are you empowering women, by selling your dumb ass book, to women who cannot afford it in the first place and if they could, don’t have any free time to read it because they are busting their asses working? How are you empowering women, when you travel around the world in first class, getting paid thousands of dollars for each lame ass and cheap speech you give? How the fuck, is that empowerment???

Life Imperfect

I hear so many people around me, talking shit about other people’s flaws. But it is so fucking incredible, how THEY, refuse to take a step back and see all of their own fucked up flaws and clean their own shit up.

I guess for some people, is easier and more convenient, to point their fucking finger and say… THAT’S THE BAD GUY!

I’m just an imperfect man, living an imperfect life, in an imperfect world.

What’s My Passion Then?

Good morning and happy Sunday kids. As always, I hope that you enjoy your day to the fullest no matter what goes down.

As for me? I’m always hearing and reading, about people who tell their stories about how they found their passion. The question that I keep asking myself is… is there such a thing as finding ones passion?