mengtar's mazda has TWO fully functioning windshield wipers. imagine that!



the other night at work, a certain rx decided that i had been acting differently as of late, as if i was reflecting or in deep thought about troubling issues too often for rx's approval. we discussed a few recent events and changes vs. stagnance in my relationships with people. people of note were the roommates, the family, the close friends and a particular homeboy. rx decided right out that homeboy had to go and that i was being used for sex and whatnot and that i am too eligible to continue playing these games.

i laughed.

hard.



my only arguments were that we also cuddle and that we also hang out during crotch-explosion weeks.

rx considers these investments.

but i also love playing the safety games. more entertaining than balls.



so rx decides that it would be in my best interest to invite me to a movie that is actually a snakey pukelor set up double date. gross. it wasn't horrible. i mean, i got a free lunch and movie out of it. but vx was obviously more entertained by the idea of being on a date than i was.



but he was nice to look at and laughed at my jokes while making little attempt at humor himself. it's whatever. some people just aren't funny. you can be extremely attractive and not funny and i can pretend to be into that... i won't pretend very hard though.

he said he liked bob dylan too but i think he was lying. i didn't care enough to call him out on it though so i just gave him an "oh, yeah? cool." i'm that cool.

but i went through the whole date ordeal with no awkward anxiety weirdness or blurting out semi-offensive word mix-ups like "is my coffee done?!?" or "why come there isn't spinach in my salad? i mean i how! i mean indians!" as i run into the bathroom to shame-pout by myself.



i saw cloverfield. i'm not sure how i feel about it. i think i'll go again before developing an actualy opinion other than the fact that i enjoyed the cameraman's banter.

"rob, i think it's time to leave the electronics store."

whatever.

much later, cx and i went to el guapos to drink daquiris and watch her friend play violin in a mariachi band. very entertaining.






i worked super early and came home to my bed being emptier than i had left it. this is the face a mengtar that is disappointed5000. in one picture i'm upset about empty beds and the other i'm upset about needing a haircut. can you tell the difference??



((me neither.))