mike jooones! mike joooanes! mike jooones! who? mike joooones! who? mike joooones! who? mike jones! what? mike jones! mike joooanes! mike joanes! mike jooooooanes!
sheeyit, nigga needs to get himself some new lyrics. or just some lyrics, period. though i spose if his songs weren't filled with such affirmations, we'd have no other way of identifying the rapper. and that would be tragic.

you know what i think is funny? me in a kimono. yes, we're back on this topic again. i really thought i was over the ridiculousness, but i guess not. this herrre chink in jap-duds is a pretty funny site, not to mention the irony of it all...thought i was over that too. hm.


this is what i want to say every time somebody asks me my name at work:

i don't have a name. i'm just another kimono-clad peon. another moderately attractive face with black hair; a combination that waxes exotic. won't a name ruin it? won't a person, a personality destroy the image?
you don't want to know my name, you just want to get laid.
and it's getting really old.

Happy Halloween!
though it should be Holloween, cuz hollow's how i'm feelin.