in honor of working double-shifts the past three days, i decided to celebrate by getting schwasted each night and barely sleeping.

it was for the best.

made it out to rubber gloves for the first time ever, and it was pretty alright. perfectly dive and IN denton. ((anyplace that regularly serves dollar peebers ((also referred to as pbr's or pabst blue ribbons, for you southern-folk)) is officially an a-okay dive in the book of mengtar)) met up with rx and tx and their friend from austin. the last wednesday of every month is apparently art night. five people draw on canvases for five minutes then rotate to the right to add to the next persons' drawing. pretty kickass.





also, i think this guy also did the illustrations for the music video of aha's take on me.



also, tx is amazing and i would offer to braid her hair, but it was already done.



i talked to a lot of strangers that bought me a lot of shots and i was a lot of okay with it and will never remember any of them and they will approach me in public in the near future like in the produce aisle of my grocery store where i will be forced to pretend that i enjoyed it.




also, rx'saustinfriendx worked on special effects in the new incredible hulk videogame.

mengtar said:

isn't almost EVERYTHING in videogames special effects? what was your actual contribution?

rx'saustinfriendx said:

i added blood and explosions.

mengtar said:

he demands things to be awesome.



((sorry, ladies, he's taken))



post-rubber gloves awesomeness, tx drove my car back to my house as i was ((un))deniably drunklor for post-bar drinking.





windsor + cream soda = mengtar never leaving the house.




i don't remember much else happening after that other than rx reappearing from the backyard to see his girlfriend and i displaying our titties. un-suprising un-awkward.



((special note: titties were further explosed than photographed))

no. this is NOT batman.



last night was a different night of sorts.

i was again accompanied by rx, tx, and rx'saustinfriendx to throw bones and watch the golden compass.

fuck you, i love nicole kidman.

if the golden compass had been filmed with our drunken commentary, it would have been award-winning. but it did feature a polar bear with a whiskey dependency...

holy shit! my attic creature IS MY GOLDEN COMPASS DEMON!

does chris weitz read my blog? ((don't you dare comment on how he was only the director and didn't write the book or the script just fucking get over yourself))

((groundbreaking))



as much as i still want it, i'm no longer allowed to get this tattoo because apparently every hipster in the world already has it and i don't hang out with hipsters. go back to art6 and work on your cause.



also, i would like to offer a public apology to rx for crossing the line of homester-status. i'm glad you were cool with it, but it's not something you'd have to worry about in the future. the chain is on it.

this is not my butt.



this is my summer: