Let me make something clear to you.

I am on a fucking mission to stomp out every ounce of bull shit from my life that I possibly can.

And if that means you, him, Christian, James, Janet, who ever, then that's just exactly what the fuck I am going to do, I started this about three years ago and I aint gonna stop till I am done, whatever that means and when ever it happens. The reason? Because I know even if I am alone, all alone, then I am better than I would have been if  I had continued to allow myself to put up with a load of shit that was beneath me. He's young, he don't understand just yet but he better start trying. 

We're gonna have a conversation about how he insulted my dad and my grand dad, not now, but it will be had, probably today. The next time he pulls that shit? He will get his fucking jaw jacked, no questions asked, no warnings, no nothing. His warning is the conversation that takes place telling him to never behave like that again. Ever. And he will learn to start a weed eater and he will be able to weed eat when I am not here this summer. Enough is enough. He gonna be a big bad programmer in NYC and he don't have the determination to learn how to start a weed eater? Give me a fucking break. He is upset, he expected me to blast him walking in the door. I wonder why that would be? Like I can't figure it out. He don't feel good...blah blah blah...good. He should feel bad for the way he acted, I'll let him wait and suffer till I finally let him know what really upset me.

Again, I am on a fucking mission to stomp out every ounce of bull shit from my life and if that means you too, well then so be it.