now on to things that don't make me anxious...

like these photos that happened to fall through the cracks... until now... whatever, i can't be anxious AND creative.



i was practicing my jumps...





penis. on the sidewalk. downtown chicago. legit.






you have just witnessed... MOVIE MAGIC!



can you identify the lion?



TRICK QUESTION! there are two...



i know i had left you in quite a deal of suspense, if lx and i ever found the car...



AHA! 2dmusicnotes!



((this is not movie magic))



will he take the stairs? how mysterious!



she's checking her watch! is she late for something? how mysterious, too!



((every night should end with this))

UGH!! so i finally got the balls to listen to all my thanksgiving day voicemails from my family and such and now i'm even more upset even though i can at least make my car payment now. insurance, we will see about you after tomorrow.

oh, anxiety and financial woes, how i've missed you.

welcome to the most depressing day of ever.

a few weeks ago bx bought tickets to the all that remains/in flames show tomorrow. ((sort of today, but i'm drunk and you can't judge)) i had imagined in my head that it was a saturday night. no dice. and fridays are soccer nights, so i passed.

until i found out that there is no soccer game tomorrow on account of the holiday that everyone else is celebrating.

which is exciting until i found out that bx already sold the ticket...

in other news, i drunken rambled at the dog for about an hour today about why i was angry and depressed and disappointed at everything.

she totally gets me.

homeboy's mom invited me over for thanksgiving... he didn't.

awkward.

but i guess i'm content in just sitting at home playing xbox and drinking the rest of last night's wine and eating crackers and peanut butter and if i feel like i'm about to starve i might bust out that 8 lbs. of steak and go hog wild... solo.

keep your paws off my sirloin, bitch, you had turkey! don't be so selfish.

also, i'm going to take apart the vacuum and play with the springs and rubber bands and then drink more before putting it back together. i hope this takes up the greater part of my day.

i woke up to ix on the phone with his sister.

"yeah, joint accounts are just bad news. i mean, you have your shit to take of, and i have mine... girls need tampons. i don't get it!... of course... just communicate before you buy another fucking pair of shoes!.... yes.... yes... AND purses."

i might even shower before i put on some sort of whimsical holiday outfit and sit in a dirty bar giving stink eye to all the strangers with turkey breath.

happy thanksgiving, jerks.

with a decrease in cigarette smoking and an increase in coffee consumption and jupiter house bathroom use, i find that i can estimate the length of time since the automatic air-freshener-sprayer has last spritzed the bathroom with impressive accuracy.

my last prediciton: within two minutes. quite citrusy.

after a full night ((okay, three hours)) of paper writing, i didn't mind going to jupiter house dressed as a hobo, complete with bedhead and scruffy worn out bar sweatshirt with no hood or front pocket. do they even make those anymore? i mean, unless it has a sunset with "yellowstone national park" embroidery? the only thing missing were stonewashed levis with tapered legs.

whatever.

i stepped outside jupiter house for my mid-writing smoke and was approached by a local television reporter. she asked if i would be willing to state some opinions on camera for her.

reporterx said:

what is your opinion on the christmas lights on the square?

mengtar said:

seriously? this is news? i'm for 'em.

reporterx said:

umm... is there someone else we can talk to?


((don't approach hobo-mengtar with questions other than "how many shots of espresso?" before eleven))

oh yeah, this is more important than writing my paper too:

the jupiter house barista that i have a huge mad lesbian crush on referred to me as the "cute one with nice hair" to big momma last night while i was in the bathroom.

((swoon))

faux-giving 2.0: chicago edition



i need to start one of these... also, what is that yellow cork? could it be?



oh, yes. the smoking loon!



((and it was in this hour that she realizes there is a sociology paper due tomorrow... on with the blog))



stuffin muffins... don't judge me.



bedhead. it's hereditary.



whole outfit courtesy of h&mchicago for fifty bones.



legwarmers included, g.



drunklor. how can you tell?



i'm hugging a stranger.



craft-time was making my necklace and beaded snowflakes! we're beyond acrylic paints.



and now for more of mengtar taunting and making faces at hermit crabs...






this is what we call "schwasted past the point of photo-memory." not even photos can remind me what was going on here... but it may have been during uno. also, i would have been waay better at uno without all of those skip-a-turns and draw-fours... and color recognition... and opponents...



then lx made up some dice game...



this is my "i don't get it" face.



"why don't you get it? it's so easy..."



"oh, that's right. you don't get it because you have RED LASER EYES!!" ((i do))



PETA called, they want their... live hat... back....?

((i planned on ending this post with a poorly constructed joke... really))

as you may or may not recall, a silent oath was taken 6 months ago today.

here's how it all went down... former roommate mx moved out quite a while ago... several months to be exact. but weeks prior to his move ((possibly even singular)) he bought a $400 gold's gym workout thinger that has not moved or been used since. when he was informed that if it wasn't picked up by the time kx left for drum corps tour ((a week)) that it would be sold, he seemed more worried about the ladder he left behind...

this ladder...



so cx and i devised a plan...



she grabbed the ladder while i found my shoes.



i had to open the hatch ((lost terminology)) because i'm not short.




now would be a good time to take note that i am climbing into an attic sans shoes...



but cx has my back.




up, up and up!



aha! the perfect hiding place!



i haven't seen cx this engrossed with satisfaction since faux-gving.



we rehearsed for mx's interrogations... what ladder?



there may have been an accomplice... but he was mostly there for moral support. but wait... now that there's no ladder... how do i get down???



the multi-purpose love-sac.



i could have broken my neck, but i like to live dangerously. and comfortably.



greatness. ((just turn your head, dummy!))

mengtar said:

bkx, are you going to spot me?

bkx said:

yes, i'm here to spot you.

mengtar said:

were you ever in gymnastics or cheerleading?

bkx said:

.... i was in marching band...?