Tuesday, March 16, 2004

rock and roll needs more japanese girls
... and not the kind that coax the sweet nectars out of Rivers Cuomos wang.

perhaps it's the fact that i spend far too much time confined solitarily in this office staring at a glowing computer monitor, but this damn japo-girl-rock strikes me as really good right now. it's upbeat, it's poppy and it's just weird enough to make you wonder if these hoes are eating mushrooms for breakfast and washing it down with mescalin all day. my guess is yes, but then again, eating tons of japanese food all the time will have weird effects on a person.

ah yes, women of the orient.

please disregard any inadvertent racism in this post.

honky, cracker, white bread, infidel, white devil. there you go, that should offset any prejudices that might have been misconstrued.

PLAAAAAAANET TOKYOOOOOOOOOO!

yesterday i was at lunch with a bunch of the copy editing women that i work with. we were discussing our upcoming office move (the 743rd such move i've endured in the 4 years i've worked here). one of the copy editors was lamenting how she had to share an office with a boy and therefore would be unable to produce the milky sustinance (using certain pumping apparatus that i am not familiar with, thankfully) that her new born baby would require whilst in the privacy of her own office. to this i replied, "I'm sure Kris wouldn't mind if you whipped out a titty every once in a while." this caused all the ladies to turn red and burst into wild fits of laughter. apparently my straight-to-the-pointness is a little much for the corporate world. that's me though, knocking down social barriers one day at a time.

i have a problem accidentally typing the word "shit" when i mean to type "this." it's all the same letters, just re-arranged. yeah.