Who Doth He Think He is...?

Some douchebag commented on my last two posts...
"Who does he think he is?"
How do we know it's a he?
Don't care personally. Either someone who got butthurt over what I said about their beloved Michael Jackson, or someone I know playing anonymous jackass.
I saw Moon yesterday. Wonderfully bleak and all that. The guy from Choke was in it, so I knew it'd be a good one. I enjoyed it immensely, and give it a solid A.
I went to the lake for some swimming, but the lake levels were way too high. Of course the jackass let me pay to get in, when he knew I'd be back to collect my refund. The pool was full, too, so no swimming today. I came back, made bacon wrapped cheddar and jalapeno brats with kraut, and soon will be kicked back on the couch watching tv.
I didn't drink this weekend, but my friend did, and I bet he is miserable for it. I always feel better without the drink, but after awhile you try to slip a few back in and WHAMMO!!!
My kid wants to run and get slimmed up, so we are going to hit the gym together. Mondays they are closed, so we are going to start slow. Hit a trail and just sun it up maybe. Chit chat. I need to get back into that. Fuck the rest of you.
The rest of you are the kind that post comments like, "You FAIL @blogging."
The kind that let shit fester away inside of you. I will not be one of you. Who do you think you are?
Who?
Coming soon: back in shape, mentally and physically. Videos will be made, stuff will be done. I will find a focus.
Michael Jackson is STILL dead, by the way. Fuck him.