For All My Critics Out There
Hi. Jim here.
It has been brought to my attention, quite frequently lately, by people who apparently feel the need to point things like this out, that I have slipped in my vow to keep this blog about my health and medical issues. I promised, I am being reminded, that I would not veer away from this format, and I would drop blogging about silly shit like current events and the wonders of being a big, hairy, fat fagman in a world of slender, effeminate twinks and braindead homophobes.
I have tried, I really have. But how many posts can I write where I tell you how it feels to have the stationary bikeseat wedged up my ass, and what I ate for dinner, and what my blood sugar reading was (100 this morning, btw), before my eyes roll back in my head and I slip into a coma? Surely that shit put you to sleep as well, huh?
Look, I have a personality that likes to clown and be a goofball. It is who I am. If I can't post the occasional retarded YouTube clip here, what's the point? And, sometimes, I just need to be REALLY gay here. It's like Tourette's or something.
So. In order to maintain an interest in keeping this blog alive, I am reverting back to writing about whatever the hell I feel like on any given day. My "Quest For Health" will still be covered here, because it's a major component of my life right now.
Sorry if that disappoints you. Deal with it, or go away. Please stop with the critical emails now, okay?