A week and a half ago, I was out with some friends at a local Goth club (that was awesome AND that I’m totally taking RC Murphy to next time she visits). Toward the end of the night, my friend G and I were lamenting about our age, our bellies (because we both could pull off the pregnant look), and how no one really looks at us anymore. It’s fucking depressing (and we’ll discuss my swearing on this blog in a moment). So, we’re standing at the bar watching everyone and talking about this, and a light bulb explodes over my head (figuratively, not literally). I turn to G and say, “Hey, there’s a gym at my apartment complex now. It has treadmills, an elliptical, and dumbbells and everything. You could come over and workout.” He replies, “I drive right by your house every day after work.” I’m paraphrasing at this point because my memory sucks, but the fact of the matter is that he stuck out his hand and we shook on it, thereby making a pact to workout together.

G showed up Monday after work and we hit the gym. It was great to have a workout partner again, and we decided we’d work out Monday through Thursday because his woman has Friday off. Perfect, and that totally works for me!

Now, I can’t recall if it was during Monday or Tuesday’s workout, but at one point, G mentioned that I swear a lot on my blog and that makes it difficult to read. I tweeted and Facebooked about this comment. Anyway, what he said surprised me and we discussed it. He said it was weird that he felt like that because when they (he and a bunch of our friends) would play certain online games, they’d get kicked out for swearing. I remember these games. They’d swear from room to room, down the hallway at each other. It was hysterical, and I totally used one of those moments in a scene for one of my vamp books, Gemini, which will be out later this year.

G is a computer guy. Always has been since I’ve known him, which has been over 20 years now. A lot of my friends are techie-geek types. Of course, because I sort of am too. So his deal was that “it’s on the internet,” which means the internet is permanent. You can’t erase that shit, even if you delete it. I get it. I totally do, and I explained to him that I get it; I understand what I’ve put out there. I even told him that I don’t tweet, Facebook, blog EVERYTHING. I really don’t. There is shit that I could totally write about and send into cyberspace, but I don’t. Why? Because people don’t want to read that shit and it could destroy lives. There are just some things you don’t put out there. Of course, I could be wrong about this because we have shows where the entire plot is based on DRAMA. Shows like Real Housewives of (insert city here). Yeah. I’d have been fucking rich by now if we’d had a camera on us during the family feud 5 years ago that tore the family apart. Talk about drama!!!

G also bought my book Nemesis. I made sure he understood there was a lot of swearing in it. He said, “In books, it doesn’t bother me.” I get that too.

So I asked the Twittersphere and Facebook if they thought it was difficult to read my blog with all the swearing, because I’m curious now, since G put the thought in my mind. I know some people are easily offended, and those people end up unfollowing or unfriending me. I really don’t care. Being offended is a choice, in my opinion, and if you choose to be offended (which G wasn’t at all), that’s your problem, not mine. But here’s the thing, and someone made this very comment, if it’s supposed to be a post where I need you to take me seriously, like if I were to write up a post featuring Defenders of Wildlife to discuss the massacre of wolves, I wouldn’t swear. Plain and simple. I can’t be taken seriously if I’m swearing like a sailor. I know this.

Now, if I’m writing up one of my Spam Comment posts, I’m definitely going to swear! It helps add to the humor. It’s like my friend Charles St. Michael, whose online ID for YouTube and Twitter is “like2sayfukalot” or “liketosayfukalot”. He’s fucking hysterical, by the way. You should go watch his videos.

So I guess I do swear a lot on here, and I can’t use the excuse that this is my personal blog because everything I do anymore is under the “Jinxie” name. Y’all know me as “Jinxie” and have for 4 years, or more for some of you. I’ve been using “Jinx” or “Jinxie” or “Jinxie G” for at least 6 years now, maybe a bit longer.

But there’s one other thing I’d like to point out: I’m different online from my real self. The people who have known me in real life for a long time see that when they see me online. In reality, I’m shy until I get to know you. I do swear a lot, which Umi likes to yell at me for after she drops an f-bomb, but I probably swear a lot more online. However, you’ll see me rant about things, talk about other stuff, but there are things I just won’t say or do out of respect…unless you’ve backed me into a corner with your drama bullshit. It’s happened before. Once. Five years ago. If you for whatever reason decide to do that to me, you’d best be prepared for my claws. They’re pretty fucking sharp. The thing with that is, I don’t play games. I just end them in one move. I’m pretty damn good at it.

I rarely swear on the recipe posts, though. The swearing really all depends on what I’m writing about, and that’s my point.

In other news, I worked my arms so hard last week that it took 3 goddamn days to recover!

This week’s workout will be sporadic, since G may go out of town mid-week. Regardless, I’m still working out, and I know G won’t let me stop. He was in the Army. I’m so screwed, people.

Next week: Moonbug’s final days (yeah, that one’s going to be difficult to write)