this morning #870.

this morning, though i longed for the day when i ultimately reclaimed my name, i was fine with letting him have it just for today. i’m dressing up like wayne tonight anyhow. in the end, the name’s still mine. it was mine before he was even a murderous twinkle in debra hill & john carpenter’s eyes. screw them. i grew tired of the jokes a long long time ago. “OOH. please don’t murder me, mr myers.” please. i was on frickin’ SNL for chrissakes. show some respect. i leant my voice to one of the top-grossing animated film franchises of all time. me. a REAL human being. he’s just some fictional character that they should’ve stopped resurrecting WAY before 2002.