I know exactly why I was added on myspace after reading the 5min interview. Bob Dylan. the wife of my major pet peeve is actually a hot mama who (as I've predicted) is not a blond Caucasian. Only the funky and exotic for the boyfriend's biggest hero of all time, you understand (major rolling of eyes on my part). The wife updates the blog, is the vice president of the company, likes funky exotic stuff and Bob Dylan (AH HAH!). She kinda reminds me of a very tanned Mai (of Bagdad Cafe The Trench Town). I wonder how she feels about those naked chicks on those shirts her husband puts out (he's got a penchant for them -all of them funky and exotic, no less). I always ask people what they think about it whenever Jamil wears one of them. He had wanted to wear it to my graduation, ok. Most people stare, stare and stare.

But I find geniuses are, more often than not, full of shit. So I shall grudgingly admit that I do admire this one major pet peeve of mine. In my own way, of course.