¿Quién es Mike Jones?

"its that sort of thing that makes me never want to write in these things at all..." ~ me after my first draft of this entry was deleted. but dont worry ((editors note after finishing my schpeeil on blowpops)youll see)

"I will hold you, for as long as you like,
I will love you, for the rest of my life"
~Calico Skies, Paul McCartney

i found an online conversation i had with Chelsea today, saved on my computer. i dont know when its from, nor do i remember it ever taking place, but here are some humerous excerpts:

Chels2468: brian fuckng martin!/ is that who this is? well you should probably beout drnking lots and having way tonsof fnu! yay!! keep it up
Freegooo4U: ur effing right its brian martin! and im fucked up hardcoreeeeeeee i hopr ur mind is intoxicated and that you are many times drunk over

Freegooo4U: i did more than too many shots tongiht thats for drunkness

Chels2468: thts what i find too. drink if you gotem, smoke em if you got em, and then pass out
Freegooo4U: youve got a great attitude, it would fly well here

Chels2468: oh yess. naperville is wayyyyy too sober
Freegooo4U: wow. no trueer words were ever said

Freegooo4U: you talk the talk, but can you walk the wlak/
Chels2468: not at the moment i cannot walk very much

ohhh booze...

so down to buisness! first things first, WELCOME! ladies and GEntlemen, i would like to present to you, the long awaited, newly improved, fantasticly ignored(with good reason) SEASON Tres! (hooting hollering, throwing of severed intestine) YEs! this season will be jam packed with more gay jokes than you can cram up your corn hole, more racial slurs than asians in my calc class*, less lame emo-crap, and more inspirational quotes that wil not only make you think, but will be sure to bring a tear to your under-used(excpet while watching the notebook, or the brave little toaster) and under apreciated eye-ductoid. and trust me, i would know. i work in optics.

*calm down, i was just kidding. can you imagine me in calc!!?

off to the basement to retrive the last of my laundry, be back in a tick! tick. ok, im back. dont worry, it was loads of fun. puns!

now id like to get serious, haha we're serious about fun! ahem, and take a moment to adress a comment to my last entry. if you havent read it, here it is:
"What is this nonsense that you write. Some of it come from your heart-yet other just comes from spite. From reading entry to entry it seems like you have a heart full of life and excitement- but it also seems as though you are yerning for some inspiring inditement. Stop waiting for the so called perfect timing to act how you truly feel whether you dwell on a forbidden romance or a small movie reel- get your act together and write and speak solely from your heart- at least that way u will be honest from the start."

whoever wrote this did not leave a name. i would like for them to come out and tell me who they stole this from , cuz its obvious, no one who reads my crap is intellegent enough to write crazy poetry. (sorry to be mean to you guys, but i was very taken aback by this, i cried....too much) all i got from this is that i need less crap and more exciting stuff. and as ive said from day one, if i could somehow convert an explosion into text format, i would, but its really hard, watch.
pwow!hhhhhh
did that even sound like it? no. why? cuz its hard. stop belittling me. i cant do eveything...cept chicks*

*(only applies to ders) haha i wish, am i right!?! haha oooohhhh pathetic

sandwich de hamon? no?

so i just went down to gunther's room, and he intorduced me to this chilean drink called mate(ma-tay), supposed to get you in like a concentrated state of awareness...frankly i dont think its working. the chilean gods have things all backwards. but ya know what has been bothering me? how sagin bagin barry fit all that stuff in his pants. i mean, he had a plane in there at one point. granted, it did save the day, but geez, a plane? that girl who was kinda latino on old school 'all that' was kinda cute though...not the fat one, or the one that looked like roseanne....wait...were those the same girl? was that girl even latino? i bet even saggin bagin barry couldt fit them into his pants.

charms blowpops:
no matter how hard you try, youll always get sour apple. or watermelon, but thats once in a blue moon. did i meantion the moon has CHA written on it.
curse your chair head!, anyway, if you want to have a pop, as a kid, id always go for the tootsie. and not the dustin hoffman in drag kind. why? cuz if you collected 100 wrappers with a star you would win like a hundred bucks or a lifetime supply of tootsies or somthing....somthing..

We're trapped here like rats! Small little rats with no hair and one leg!

~You are a fart factory. A Cheesy, scab picked, pimple squeezing finger bandage. A week old maggot burger with everything on it and flies on the side.
~Someone has a severe ka-ka mouth, you know that?

we're going on a walk
i hope its a booze walk

i just grabed that out out of the sky, it was from a convo i had with gregory josken, my co writer of our musical. p.s. it is in post produciton, looking for some sponsorship to get going. anyway, tongiht has been very stange, so many randoms calling me, but ya know what.....i know its only rock and roll, but i like it

allright, this tea is gettin to me, i need to rest for the big game tomorrow, thats right, rugby. patches vs, mittens round 2, this time its personal.

when i hit a peace out yall be like, peacceeeeee ooouuuuutttt

"long live all of us crazy soldiers, who were born under calico skies
may we never be called to handle, all those weapons of war we despise"

goodnight neverland
brian