say no, jimmy

I just want to stay out of the limelight, but jimmy is up to his old tricks.  welcome 2015, apparently the year of more jimmy BS.  jimmy blathers on about "always" and "forever".  Oh my, he sucks.  This photo (shown above), I took.  It is an allegorical symbolic visual metaphor for a lady's lovely part.  That is art.  That is life.  I am an artist.  I am talented. jimmy is a talentless boob. jimmywrites blog is so god-awful bad that reading it slows the spin of the planet - his blog may be responsible for climate change - it may cause the end of life as we know it.  

It was said by Oscar Wilde that, "Life imitates art far more than art imitates life."  Well, to that, i say, "jimmy is an idiot imitating a moron, and knows neither art nor life".  I hate him (jimmy, that is, not Oscar). Happy New Year, jerks.

ballyhoo

to whom it may concern,
I have been off the grid.  jimmy tells me there is a ballyhoo afoot to get me back into the public life.  I cannot oblige.  I give you this selfie so that you can see I am okay.  I am leaving you with the knowledge that all you need to know - in order to live a happy, fulfilled life - is contained in the words I have already put in this blog.  All you need, here.  Nothing important remains to be written.  By anyone.
Love,
squirrel 

You can't help

I want to be more than a biological urge. I want to stop thinking about my sexuality. It is an immense task. Maybe you can help.