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while working at the og a couple days ago, i was stopped by a table that wasn't mine with one of those questions that makes everyone feel awkward

mengtar! do you remember me?

now, mengtar is very unskilled in the remembering of people and names and faces. and i did not remember this man.

when this happens, i have to go through the list:

did you sleep with him?
no. he was cute. and i would have. but he was sitting with his pregnant wife. so unlikely. and no.

is he the weird hippie guy that i hung out with one day? allen shitmith?
"is your name allen? allen shitsmith? no?"
no.

is he one of homeboy's friends?
"do you know tx?"
no.

i don't know dude. i'm sorry. i suck at this.

apparently he is a friend of kx, also commonly referred to as jxkx, but the jx part has been dropped as of recent. apparently we met and hung out on several occasions. apparently he has seen me naked. before or after fucking jxkx, i am not sure. i just know that it happened. also we played pool at lou's. that's the only part that i remembered. we played pool at lou's and mx was there and we played teams and that is when i learned that mx and mengtar are not good at pool.

anyway...

don't approach me in public with those fucking "do you remember me?" questions. because no. i don't remember you. i may have blogged about you. you may be a regular randomletterx with shitty photos all over, but i still don't know you. i still don't want to be approached by you. you make me awkward and anxious and hateful on the inside and i ask you ever-so-politely to just fucking stop.

stop.

also, dx is dorking out on star wars and it's making me sick.

that is all.