with nick punto ticketed for the disabled list, this better not be a repeat of 2002 for the twins, where we sucked because all of our starting players were on the disabled list. i might cry.

on my way home from work, i ran over a massive tumbleweed. legit tumbleweed. they have that in texas.

today's run kicked my ass. i didn't run yesterday. the day before that i only went 1.5miles. i didn't run the day before that. and i MAY have ran the day before...

good grief.

i had to walk the majority of bonnie brae and half of windsor. i was pissed. special note: drink less. smoke less. run more. suck less. that is all.

boros is back in texas! you know what that means? flying saucer. stay tuned. you might be invited.

i would drink until i am haircut-ready, but my room is cold, so i find haircuts unnecessary. next time.

i heard from a less-than-reliable source that the air conditioning went out at work. it was definitely hot. i just don't care enough to ask questions. and since it was right after my run, my pores were more than ready to just keep dripping.

but they did give us popsicles. i was okay with that.

i had some eggplant parmigiana with fettucine alfredo at work and i might puke and shit myself at the same time.

oh my god! snowflake is climbing and croaking at the same time, and i want to die of cuteness!

yep. also, when you throw up lettuce, it turns black. who'd have thought?

apparently i'm not just awkward to sleep next to, but also disgusting. thanks. i won't be developing a complex now or anything... and i'm sure this non-smoking, ear infection, wisdom teeth-heaven is doing magical wonders on my amplified purring.



last night best friend and i went to the boiler room to check out a bluegrass band called the boxcar bandits. i was really excited. then they played. and that's when i realized that i don't like bluegrass. oh well. homeboy and i left for lewisville to hang out at some bar attached to a grocery store. that was about the extent of this venue's class. i guess we all just need a reminder sometimes that this is not mengtar's crowd. also, there were black lights and i was under the impression that the mustard stain came out...



i ran into a lot of people i hadn't seen in a while at the boiler room. very few people that i could openly admit to wanting to see. but one of them got fatter. and i laughed... but not too hard... because of the equal conditions act. damn.



sometimes when you do dumb shit, and you know that you do dumb shit, having a good friend yelling at you still isn't completely unnecessary. thanks.



friday was xmas at the mengtar house... for only mengtar... my xmas presents were mailed from minnesota. i got some fucking sweet shit that i will get into whenever i feel like it. or not. it's really my call. not yours.







i wrote the first chapter of my new book... by hand... i obviously didn't get a laptop for xmas. this is going to be the longest writing of a book since the typewriter.



today and yesterday i've been all crazy-depressed-emo kid or whatever and freaking out and wanting to move home like this second. and this will go on until my vagina is half-exploded and i will become happy as bees.



also, the only thing more confusing than waking up with no panties, is waking up fully clothed and uncuddled. maybe i was anger-breathing in my sleep just last night and you deserved it.



cx and i saw juno. it was cute and quotable but whatever. and it takes place in minnesota so it was cool to see the snow and hear them say recognizable town names. mankato and stillwater were mentioned. and the adopted parents lived in st. cloud. ((can i get a whatwhat?))



i bought a travel-sized toothbrush. i'm not planning on traveling with it. i was just planning on leaving it. i just thought it would be less invasive because i don't like people leaving shit in my bathroom. maybe i'm the only one and i could have actually bought a regular one, but i would have felt guilty just the same. i'm over it.





also, this is a mengtar's blog first! tonight i ask for you to pray for my sister for dreaming that she applied at the copper lantern. that place should have been in juno. haha damn i'm awesome.

also, last post was my 50th post on my new site. awww... shutup.

so.



at my new job yesterday there was this guy. he is a nice boy. i would go ahead and say that he's pretty cute. but whatever. uninterested, right??

then he starts talking about a previous converstaion we had had the last time we worked together. topic: where does mengtar hang out? the texas jive of course! so here is an approximation of our conversation.

rx said:

did you ever find out when TJ's is closing?

mx said:

yeah, tonight!

rx said:

wow... so what are you doing tonight, will you be there?

mx said:

yeah, i'll be there.

rx said:

yeah, i might be there then too.



**special note: this is the part where mx begins to realize that there is a possibility that rx is hitting on mx...

((later))

rx said:

so what time are you going to be there?

mx said:

well, my friend runs the drag shows at TJ's, and the last TJ's drag show will start at 7pm. so i might be there pretty early.

rx said:

will you be there at 7?

mx said:

probably not right at 7, but probably before 9.



**special note: there were many other conversation similar to above... all relating to what mx would be doing that night. all initiated by rx.

((later again, as rx is about to leave))

rx said:

so you're going to be there early?

mx said:

yeah... and i'll be there all night, so you should find me whenever you show up.

rx said:

okay, i will. i have to pick up my girlfriend from work, and then we'll both head on over there... see you later!!

cue retarded look on mx's face.

wow. i had to come home and tell everyone because i was soo... wow.



anyway, he ended up not showing up at all. i ended up getting pretty drunklor and talking to many people i didn't know. however, i did run into another guy from work who watched big momma blow raspberries all over my titties. it is soon to become an awkward work environment.



about half way through the night i decided it was time to go for a walk and i talked to another dude named Shane or Shaun or something obscene. he is a tattoo artist at the "ink shop". apparently it is actually called that. i think that is over the top by definition.

Jesse was there. i am always happy to see him. he puts up with my drunken ass better than anyone ever.



i went back. drank more. had a glorious time.

i came home and listened to boros throw up really loud in mike's sink, ate some soup, did some crossword puzzles and went to bed.