wow. just wow.

i have no clever introduction, so here are last night's events of wonder...

i didn't wear black socks to work and nobody cared.

kyle left me a 3.5 minute voicemail where he debates with himself whether or not i should let the dogs outside and how i would go about doing it.

randall left a voicemail and called me sweetheart and i was angry.

travis left a voicemail saying we should hang out. ((also, yesterday he bought me the boxed series of TMNT. fuck. yes.)) i brought a 6-pack of shiner to j&l's because i kind of wanted to drink A beer. someone else showed up and i was originally all "how nice" and then 20 seconds later she introduced herself and it was totally travis' ex that he complains about too often to make me feel comfortable being around.

5 beers and a smoke break later we drove ever-so-safely to jupiter where we saw mike and randall. ((mike... seriously dude... warn me when you bring him into public.)) but i would like to think that everyone else noticed that i didn't make eye contact the entire time i was there... i'm over it... but seriously.

i think travis is currently masturbating to the amazingly awkward situation he put everyone through last night. get used to it, fucker.

also, if anyone in the greater denton area would like to lend me their saw, it would be greatly appreciated.

two anxiety attacks in one week. what. the. hell. come on, mengtar, you're better than this.

the roommate of some dude i work with is doing a research study through unt and will be doing psych evals. i am more than interested. unless i'm having an off day or had a bad lunch or something and then go into emotional breakdown mode. it would be completely awkward working with his roommate after that, even though he's not allowed to tell and probably wouldn't.

snowflake is looking soo much more healthy. i brought him to the vet for abnormal behaviors and they gave him a steroid injection and now he's up and croaking and eating and he looks beautiful. i heart snowflake. ::ribbit::

lance called while my clock still said AM and the only reason i wasn't angry is because his voice always sounds so happy... and because i was already awake... but mostly because he was happy. ((i lied. it was because i was already awake))

i opted for a double on sunday so now i have the whole day off with absolutely nothing to do. great... let the boredom sink in...

would you still read my blog if i wore a crystal?



also, nice sweater.

jsx said:

what's up ugly

mx said:

::gasp::

jsx said:

stop checking out my mom

mx said:

i am offended

jsx said:

sick and wronf

mx said:

tell her to stop sending me nudie pics and posing in the magazines i subscribe to

jsx said:

I will do no such thing, she is old enough to make her own decisions. I would tell you the truth about your looks but you said you don't like compliments so you get ugly

mx said:

yes. i win. right?

jsx said:

sure thing ugtar. i have my moments. so you shoudl reconsidder vegas. sarah will still be in chicago next year.

mx said:

but i'm so poor! like sooo poor

jsx said:

well it is vegas. are you opposed to stripping for cash? you potential for work is better in vegas and you can have all my comped booze they'll give me for sitting at the poker tables all day. see.... I'm saving you money!

mx said:

wow.... this is looking to be a worthwhile investment...

jsx said:

did I mention cookies???

i would rather be a lonely crazed insomniac than continue being comforted only occasionaly and wonder what the fuck was going on inside your head. i don't have time or patience to decode your shit.

sorry, but i'll do you a favor and end this phase. please continue down your string of bitches. you'll still get your money in a couple weeks.

also, bitch stop stealing my pop-tarts.



you live for the fight when that's all that you've got.

i think snowflake is sick. i might bring him to the doctor tomorrow. i'm not ready to lose pets or have a breakdown at the vet. would anyone like to join me?

for some reason nights of drugs and fist fights put me in a rather negative funk.

halo3 looks amazing on a 49" dlp hdtv.

also, a note to everyone: i do not snore. that is a dirty dirty lie.

((i purr))

carl, the absence of your comments on my new blog disappoint me. you, sir, are on notice.

TWO YEARS AGO TODAY:

Yesterday at June's Diner for breakfast, Chapel and Biz and I sat next to a table with this knucklehead and his friend and they were having the gayest conversation ever. They were saying stuff like "the organization" and "differentiating themselves" and "they're boring that girl out" and the knucklehead was wearing a suit and he was complaining about some company that wasn't calling him back and he wanted to volunteer for it and was willing to work for free and it was a company that recycles bikes for poor kids... whatever.

When they first sat down the knucklehead was all braggy about bringing this guy to this diner that was only so-so. My head almost exploded of rage and I wanted to call him a fucking liar and then he got mad at his friend for not ordering a sandwich with a pickle because he was worried about his friend missing out on pickles because he no longer lives in Lansing.

I was so mad and annoyed because there is nothing more irritating thatn some dink in a work suit who is unemployed who talks like he knows what is really going on in the city and where all the kids love to eat and then throws out terms like "the organization" like fuck, I'm hungover, go away.

This girl who works here said that she wanted to kill herself. my kind of place.

Chapel wanted me to let you all know that he identified with a minority at A&W when she sighed and said she was tired and he said, "I feel you."

oh yeah, and the bear cub in my attic that i thought was dead because i hadn't heard him in a few days woke me up this morning. i missed him.



also, my attic has snow and he has children.

also, i saw a raccoon on the drive home.

double also, whenever i check my sitemeter and see hobart tasmania, i get really excited. I MISS YOU, BILLY! thanks for keeping up!

news to me: after achieving true bballa status, you possess the ability of creating 3 extra hours a day that no one else will ever know about.

for you folks uneducated on bballas, it is pronounced similar to baller, only like you're stuttering. or the remix version.

also news to me: last night was safari night! i went to holiday inn to jump mike's car. i saw a possum ((number four since i moved here)) AND AN ARMADILLA! ((yes, armadillA)) first one since i moved here. dead or alive. i was excited. i may have danced a little. if he wouldn't have ran, i would have caught him and picked him up. mike said that was a bad idea. i'm glad he ran as i have not included rabies shots in this weeks budget.

blue october is the musical choice of bballas.

thanks to kyle's wonderful photography skills, mengtar = basically adorable.

back when i was a daisy in girlscouts ((fuck you)) we did a small group project where we had to draw pictures of what we thought things would look in one hundred years. i had the best drawing ((obviously)) because i had a space limo and blue anime hair ((turns out the hair was only 10 years down the road. who'd have thought?)) and katie gallatin was too smart for her own good and drew people in horse-drawn carriages because we were going to run out of non-renewable resources and eventually regress into ancient times with czars and swordbattles and shit. most pesimistic 6 year-old ever. what a downer.

hopefully this will be the most difficult task of the day...

bringing my laundry to my room.

stipulations:
it's the whites - small easily dropped socks, washcloths and unmentionables.
it's upstairs.
there are boxes on the stairs.
the roommates are home.
i'm wearing a towel.

i failed miserably.

also, come check out adam playing with the barbacks ((still funny to me)) tonight at hooligans.

$600 by the 10th. achievable.

also, preggos aren't allowed at the og.

sweird night.

brought cathy up to jupiter to hang out. rolled with the homies.

it will never fail that after i make plans, other people will call and try to make plans on top of previously mentioned plans. jason was on his way to hooligans. if someone calls and is going to hang out fucking next-door to where you are, you HAVE to go get a drink. plus, he's fucking cool.

then adam calls. gig with the barbacks ((hahaha)) tomorrow and saturday night. i'll try to make both.

also, homeboy is going to need to be put in his place pretty soon or we're going to have to stop hanging out all together. apparently i'm just a phase.

went to lou's with the previously mentioned homeboy. this dude approaches me and does the whole awkward head-tilt finger pointing say your name like it's a question. he has a nice shirt. i have no idea who this person is. apparently he's casey, the dude i was going to get those video games from off facebook marketplace. holy-immediately-awkward-5000! i'm already an awkward person. please don't approach me in public. if i have little to say to my friends, i have nothing to say to you. casey, you're cool, but you're not special. you are not the exception.

TWO YEARS AGO TODAY: ((because i fucking miss this kid))

HRIR Statement of Purpose, Phil Schrader, 2005

"Human beings are creative, innovative, purposeful beings. They mix their labor with the material world around them in a reciprocal process of development. That is to say, they not only make and do things, but, in the process, they create themselves. Satisfaction in one's labor is a vital component of a happy, fulfilling life. When a person has the opportunity to freely and willingly pour her energy into her work, that person has the opportunity to discover a meaningful relationship with the world around her. When a person is robbed of that opportunity, when she is forced to work in a process which gives her no voice and no opportunity to employ her purposeful mind along with their body, then her growth as a person is stunted, her work becomes toil, and she toils simply to acquire the means to live, to return, and to toil another day.
"Higher wages are not a panacea for the frustrations of work. Human beings do not create simply for material wealth. We create even in the absence of compulsion. We create because we find something quenching and satisfying in the process. If, by some bit of luck, magic or divine act, all of humanity woke up tomorrow to discover that all of our physical needs were met for the foreseeable future, would we fall into a general condition of idleness? No. Beyond the physical needs of water, food, shelter, etc., there is a human need to engage the world, to do something meaningful with one's life and, in the process, to find out who we are.
"I see so many people who are frustrated with their jobs, not because they are lazy or because they are don't care. What strikes me is how much people do care about their work. How we endlessly talk about who did what at work and how everybody has a plan for making this or that process function better-- if only somebody would listen. I am convinced of the overwhelming importance of the relationships between people and their work and between people and their co-workers.
"My own satisfaction, as a worker and a person, will come from studying these relationships and throwing all of my talents and energy into finding more engaging, more satisfying ways of working-- ways that involve us as human beings.
"This search is of critical importance both for workers and for their organizations. In today's "flat" world, organizations will fail if they rely on the model of an executive head directing a body of workers. To be successful, organizations must find ways to utilize the ideas of all their members. In this respect, for once, the needs of workers and the needs of business are not in conflict. Both are seeking processes that engage people's creative, purposeful, innovative energy. At the end of the day, everybody wants to rest with the knowledge that they put their day's energy into something beautiful, harmonious and responsive to their touch."

((back to me)) Beautifully put. Very general about the creativity of human beings. People tend spontaneously to infuse a certain kind of 'creativity' into every kind of 'labor,' but there just seems to be too many important distinctions between the kinds of labor that we can engage in to collapse them all into one giant, undifferentiated category.

It's kind of crazy to see someone give themselves away like that on a statement of purpose for a business school application. I thought Phil would have learned his lesson after being denied enrollment at the University of Minnesota's Graduate School because under "intended major" he wrote "communism". ::sigh:: boys... I, on the other hand, would go for something less ideological... less Manifesto...

my thumb is finally turning purple from when it got splintered on thursday. now my story is sounding more bballa because it also has a visual aide. i will photograph it once the darkness peaks.

the other night after coffee with kyle i chilled with mike and his crew of people i know but not really. his dude case brought his cousin i think who is pretty okay to look at. he myspaced me ((which is kind of a loser-move to start off with)) to ask me out for drinks some night. i guess i'll go because i have nothing better to do, but i am completely prepared for an evening of absolute awkwardness. of course i would need mike's seal of approval before venturing further.

i am three weeks sober. i made it. i'm proud of my accomplishments and am ready for my token or tokenesque object. fuck. yes.

some unwanted events may take place this evening and i'm not sure how i feel about it yet. stay tuned.

dongs and photos also.

i wouldn't give up the friends i have now for anything. and not the sort of friends that think i'm still their friend but since certain things have come into play this past month have refused to see or speak to me also. but i just really miss the ol homies. minnesota and drum corps peeps alike.

cx said:

Hi Megan. I know I don't say hi often, but I just wanted to remind you that you totally kick ass, I miss you, and I can't wait to see you again hopefully sooner rather than later.

((i can handle that))

tx said:

I am sending you a song (glamorous life - nitecourt - Sheila E - edit remix) and I need you to make a video of what its like to listen to it, shoot it with the camera on sam's eyebrows

mx said:

okay why do i have to make a video? because its a good song?

tx said:

oh, well, I mean, Im inspired to make a video so you know I am giving you my inspiration

mx said:

okay i am listening to this song now. how am i supposed to feel? i feel like i am in a drum circle on lithium. ok now i am in africa and i have dreadlocks

tx said:

hahah

mx said:

oh wait... this is MIA now?

tx said:

its a REMIX

mx said:

okay now i am climbing a chain link fence.

tx said:

HAHAHHA

mx said:

now i am in a janet jackson video and i am doing rap dance moves.

tx said:

the one where she goes around the world. absolutely

mx said:

and i am 85 lbs overweight. no rhythym nation

tx said:

oh really? I was just about to say "and your abs are really toned"

mx said:

ok now i am in a pillow fight wearing pink and my hair is crimped. oh now my abs are toned at this part

tx said: what part? how many seconds

mx said:

now i am collecting soup cans and letting them spill down the stairs because that's what it sounds like. 2 minutes in. i kind of have to call my dealer now because i am in a dance off

tx said:

right

mx said:

wearing hi-top la gears

tx said:

yes. with neon laces, ironically. with your hair combed to the side

mx said:

and making fun of other girls on the scene and i am talking about how fluorescent is dead

tx said:

DEAD. are you dancing with a black guy? because I am. not so much with as for. jew know

mx said:

yes. he is dressed like mc hammer on basketball afternoon

tx said:

and now I am headed to the bar because the song is over.

also, today must have been "bring your kid to work day." and by "work," i mean, "my work," and by "kid," i mean "unholy terror spawned from your gaping vagina."

we had wave after wave of parents bringing in their little broodlings and giving them sugar injections of cherry italian creme sodas and then let them have free reign of the lobby. the yuppies with their soupandsalad looked annoyed. i like to imagine that at one point in time, no one brought their kids to restaurants. it would be like taking them into a pg13 movie. no one is going to stop you. but why?

bottom line is that i just don't like your kids.

it began so hopeful, but this is the night of the infuriated mengtar.

chilled with mike-the-man-of-all-that-is-awesome and randall at jupiter for a good 4 hoursish. watched TGTTM bear traps. jb's trap shop. trap house, kyle speaking. it's your mayoooor!!! hello. hello mr. mayor. i laugh.



also, i do origami.

anywhat, as we prepared our departure, tara-the-slut pulled up with her apparently-not lesbian lover? i can't keep track of people. whatever. but her everything makes me angry. and she started talking which made my everything hurt. then she dropped the jx-word and i shut her off for the rest of the two hours it felt like but was probably actually twenty minutes that we were in her presence. i left angry with the only remaining brilliance of the evening being my ability to blog about it and sleep in my bed of amazingness.



also, i listened to bob dylan's modern times album. but even that was upsetting for more jx reasons.

i often finding myself wondering how it would feel to completely fuck somebody's world. i thought i was done with this?



balls to you, sir.

a note to the sexually and emotionally awkward:

do not start crying and dropping L-words post-coitus to girls you know are uninterested and hate compliments.

that is all.

happy 25th birthday, sarah!



























((that's funny. i'm funny))

ONE YEAR AGO TODAY:

I bought the new Bob Dylan album.

Amazing as always.

TWO YEARS AGO TODAY:

I have a fuzzy recollection of something I read in a Chomsky interview in the Sun about working and getting a job. The gist of it was that the conditions we work under are fairly tyrannyical. He said it in a real slick sort of way though and I think it is a good point. Here's me trying to flesh it out.

So you gets up in the morning or afternoon and you heads to work, traveling through our fairly democratic society. Free to walk down the street. Free, more or less, to protest. Free to speak your mind. Free to express anger at the conditions you find. Free to associate with whomever you choose.

Then you gets to work and a lot of things change. You leave your relatively democratic society and enter a much more tyrannical system. Granted, you're just going to work and it's not going to kill you or anything, but I think it's worth noting the differences. From that moment on, you musy obey what in many cases is a very strict system of regulations. You must do what you are told, how you are told to do it, when you are told to do it, until it is time for you to leave. You will be in a hierarchical system where the people above you can punish you in a variety of ways, more or less at will. Court their favor and you will receive awards. Fail to do so and your days will be plagued by extra nuisances.

Remember that you are always being watched and evaluated more or less continuously. In many situations you will be monitored by cameras. Your results wll be checked. Your behavior will be scrutinized. You must remember that even your emotions are not your own until you leave. You must act enthused about all of this. About this opportunity you have been given. You must show that you can work well with those around you. But you ought not to become too close. Close friendships might dirupt the system of obedience. Friends might prove too supportive. Friends might cover for one another.

It is an artificial and unsatisfying situation for a human being to find themselves in. Ideally for the business it is a team of antagonistic individuals, jockying for position and favor. Pointing out each other's flaws. Hiding their true feelings. Working together without building meaningful ties.

And the best part is that you have little to no choice in this matter. You pretty much have to get a job and the more reluctant you are to do so, the more likely you are to find yourself in the most restricted varieties of work. Those who buy in are rewarded with longer leashes. Those who work only with the enthusiasm of the obligated find themselves punching clocks and accounting for their every move.

There is nothing else you can do. You can't go off and live somewhere else where you don't have to pay rent and where you are free to collect the things you need from nature. The world belongs to the people who own the businessess. You can work for them or you can throw yourself on the mercy of a pretty unforgiving society. You can beg for a job or you can beg for a change.

You live in a free and democratic society but you probably spend at least half of your day following orders under the scrutiny of others in an environment where it is risky to speak your mind and where the freedom of assembly is touch and go. You don't have to like it, but you should probably act like it if you want to keep having the opportunity to pretend to like it.

There has to be a better way for humans to relate to their work and each other.

holy absolute day from hell.

i left travis' place this morning to get a speeding ticket whilst still in lake dallas. bitches. 45 in a 30. not okay. it doesn't even say how much it costs, but i'm sure it's going to be over a bill.

then while at work, i reached to get a tray jack and got a crazy-big splinter under my thumb nail. like... all the way under my thumbnail... all the way to the back.

fuck. me.

i was carrying bruschetta.

flori and i ran to the back to pull it out and i sat on the floor screaming "fuck balls" for about 45 seconds bleeding all over the floor and then went back to work. after working all day, i came home and removed the bandages to see that it didn't even leave a mark. holy disappointment! this shit better be swollen and purple tomorrow or i demand a refund.

i have a completely awesome halloween costume picked out. now i just have to work on becoming anorexic for the next month and a half so i can pull it off.

i was so excited about getting a mattress on tuesday that i locked my keys in the car. the car was running. i = dumb. but my mattress didn't get stolen or peed on. success! i cleaned my room to take pictures for my blog, but i put my camera away and now i can't find it. that is an absolute failure by definition.

kyle got his new TV. now we just need a high def box from verizon and we will be GOLDEN! ((stay tuned for wednesday's special edition of "we got our high def box from verizon and we are GOLDEN!))

other than the citation and taking a log to my finger, nothing extraordinarily horrible really happened other than me just having an overall bad attitude and being genuinely hateful. i'm over it. that's what beds are for.

45 in a 30? is that even a crime?!?!?

broadcasting live from outside jupiter house.

shoot em up = completely awesome hilarious and totally buyable. do it.

i have a mattress. photos soon to come. stay tuned.

TWO YEARS AGO TODAY:

I saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith again the other day and it is half terrible. I have never been so fucking annoyed before in a movie theatre. That's saying a lot because I am always annoyed to all fuck in movie theatres. This time a couple of fat kids kept going for soda refills and throughout the entire film you could hear one asshole eating popcorn and crinkling his bag. It's like dude, you figure 30 minutes into the movie people are done eating, BUT NO this fucker is crinkling and chewing as loud as he can the entire fucking time. I kept fantasizing about different bitchy things to yell at him. I was seriously annoyed by him and I was maybe 6 rows away. You'd think everyone surrounding him would say something or at least make "I am annoyed right now at you" groans or something. If I was sitting beside him, I would have leaned over and been all "pssst.... pssst... Dude, CAN YOU SHUT THE MOTHER FUCKING EFF UP OR AT LEAST CHEW QUIETLY AND PUT A HANDFUL OF POPCORN IN YOUR HANDS SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO CRINKLE AND RUSTLE THE BAG EVERYTIME YOU GO FOR MORE LIKE HOLY SHIT DUDE YOU MAKE ME WANT TO PUT CHLORINE IN MY EYES AND RIP ALL MY HAIR OUT ONE STRAND AT A TIME AND THEN GET HIT BY THREE TRANSPORT TRUCKS AND THEN WALK THROUGH FIRE AND BROKEN GLASS NAKED IN FRONT OF MY ENTIRE FAMILY!!!"



How am I not crazy yet?

::le sigh:: At least I get to go to Texas.

many happenings of special interest last evening.



went to both karma AND jupiter with kyle last night. good times and interesting conversations to behold. ((fo sho)) i hadn't seen him in probably a week. that shouldn't happen again. karma was pretentious as usual, and jupe was usual as usual. no peanut butter AGAIN! next time i will bring my own. i will be a hero among men. ((get over yourself)) JR showed up and was all "where's travis? have you seen him? is he coming?" megan = not his fucking personal assistant! then she decides that we are TOTALLY bff and i need to know about what drugs she's on and that she just had sex with some guy who "lasted one second, but totally could have gone again if i wanted" so it was sooo amazing! or something??? i don't know. then she started talking about how she's glowing and shit. bitch stop talking! we don't care! kyle and i are far too mellow to even pretend to be interested in your feaux-manic-depressive stories. done and done.



went to J and L's for some movies. saw the second half of the new fantastic four. less than fantastic. not gonna lie. and then travis wonders why i'm falling asleep when they put in the office dvd later. bitch, because i'm still trying to get over the utter shock of your interest in the previous horrible atrocity that is the fantastic four. also, the couch is ridiculous-cozy. next time i will bring a cold steel folding chair.


mike, what are you looking at??

mike called mid-fauxtastic four to invite us to the holiday inn ((his place of employment)) for a jacuzzi/pool gathering. i turned him down because i had just gotten to J and L's and that didn't want to leave them AND take travis with me. holy rudeness!

but then travis ended up sleeping at his ex's or some shit even though i had totally already purchased his friendship for the evening with homemade chocolate chip banana bread. holy double rudeness after i had already withheld my rudeness and that's asking a lot. i'm over it.



so i called up mike to see if he was still jacuzziing at 1.30am. and alas, he was! of course. think about who we're talking about here, yo. so i ran home. searched for my bathing suit ((no luck, but i did find three live cricket escapees in my laundry basket)) grabbed a sports bra and my snowman panties and went to the holiday inn!

i totally shaved to get some, but at least i wasn't fuzzy for jacuzzi night??

((this photo has been removed by request of also photoed person))

also, not only does my hair turn totally manish when it's wet or styled even
moderately improperly, but i totally look pregnant in this picture. sad panda.



apparently the hot tub sucked, so they were using the bathtub jacuzzi. fine by me! it was a great night of cartoons, bubble-bath-jacuzzis, pillow fights, and fresh 5am doughnuts. fucking right. also, adult swim TOTALLY showed my favorite two episodes of tom goes to the mayor and tim and eric awesome show great job. featuring the following lines of awesome:

really? i'll call you back. that's weird. his niece was murdered.

our legs are long. yes, our legs are long. and they're very very long. yes, they're very very long.

to the le baron!

ricky ticky tick tock tick tock.

that's a-ma-zing!

oh, crickets...


the caption of this photo should be "who do i trust? myself!" also, i should have a massive pile of cocaine on my desk that i can stick my face into whenever i want, also, i am al pacino...

there was also an awesomely silly show called Lucy, daughter of satan or something?? i don't know. awesomely silly. awesomely silly. yes.

you're a memory from before. please don't let me forget you.

((also, happy first birthday to snowflake, wellington, and wellington also.))

argh!!!

i am busy hating computers and internets because i don't know how to make my mike-videos under 100mb so i can upload and post them.

also, hibachi is badass.

mike = cool kid of the week.

the triumphant return of ONE YEAR AGO TODAY: ((almost, because this was a year ago yesterday. get over yourself))

Sting Ray: 1, Steve Irwin: 0

Rest in Peace, Crocodile Hunter.

almost forgot. dongs.



and i win.

first, i realized that chips do not reheat well. then i realized that alfredo also doesn't reheat well. and fuck knows why, but lastly, i realized that this is a poor breakfast option.



don't tell mike, but i totally sit on the back of his couch all the time.

i was at jupiter house with pop-mike and travis the other night when some dude backed into a parking space ((which is ridiculous because it is angled street parking on a one-way)) in a pick-up truck with the bed filled with the most random red-neck shit like waterskis, fans ((both ceiling and oscilating)), unmatching lawn chairs, a dolly ((for moving everything, obviously)), it was great. an old crazy cowboyesque guy steps out of the truck and while walking into jupiter mutters, "fuck the police". i giggled. later he came out singing sunday bloody sunday.

wow.

my camera was in my car a half block away. how upsetting.



these are sarah's balls. yes, i noticed that it is in a dog dish. no, i do not know why. ask sarah.

saw balls of fury. very funny, but still not that great.

comedian ron white sounds exactly like my crazy uncle chuck. voice inflections. personality. mannerisms. nailed it. i'm still in awe.

also, travis isn't in jail. good job.

if you don't like me at all, i'm getting sick of the show.

also, at ceo's you could get two slices and a beer for ten dollars perckzactly. how romantic.

tyler anthony leaves today with the united states marine corps. i love you, man.





FCO.

i did some reminiscing this evening. indiana was a pretty baller place. i think i would have liked it a lot more had i been 21 when i lived there.

in b-town you are either a papa ceo's or a cora's pizza fan. i was a ceo's because of the dining atmosphere. the tv. the kooky-themed slices. though the older i get, the more depressing it is because they blast cowboy movies and have the lights off in the back and you realize that their pizzas are named after dudes they wish they were but will never be and their life is pizza, fantasy, oldness, movies... wait... that sounds pretty awesome. nevermind. i bet those chairs came from golden-triangle shittty mall. also, papa ceo's pizza is way better, the quality and flavor.

i want to open a pizza parlor and name my slices after my little ponies.

so three fins has basically fallen through. i'm over it.

i'm basically confused and constantly insulted by all things male. i will continue to do nothing more than lower and shake my head in disappointment of everyone i know.

as of tomorrow, i will have gone a WEEK without drinking. i would like to be extatic over such an achievement, but i would really just rather be drinking. whatever.

homeboy needs to work on his djembe skills. hardcore.



i kicked travis' ass in bowling ((okay, so really, i won one of five games... and it was by A pin. whatever))

johnny carino's > olive garden. the end.

kelsey sat next to greg schultz's old dorm roommate at the Minnesota-Bowling Green football game yesterday and he totally knew where rice was. pretty baller.

i've been homesick pretty hardcore lately, especially since i've realized that i cannot afford to visit sarah in chi-town for her med-school induction white-coat ceremony thing. triple sad panda.

AND I DON'T HAVE A MATTRESS! fuck everyone.

speaking of people fucking. i become ridiculously angered every time i here of infidelity. this girl i work with is currently fucking this other dude we work with that has a girlfriend. i do not condone encourage or enable actions such as these. we will no longer hang out.



also, he has been home for almost three weeks and still won't talk to me. at LEAST give me my shit back!!!!! BALLS! you are of the guilty party. not i. so you can stop being so fucking pretentious and get over yourself.

it's been four days since i've been drunk.

i feel compulsively deviant either in spite of or because of my obnoxious level of sobriety. gross.



also, the fact that it's september and i still don't own a mattress depresses the FUCK out of me. not to mention the whole sleeping alone thing that i absolutely refuse to do unless left optionless. unfortunately, the people i hang out with are too much like myself in that they hang out with one person too much and then get soo fucking sick of them that they can't stand to look at them anymore. that's okay. i guess i'm like that with music sometimes too.

i've become ridiculously irritable and it's only day 4.

fuck. me.

and my bowling shirt.

and my aviators.

fucking own up.