okay, i'm done pouting. ((this is totally a lie. i'm just bored with not blogging))

ended my semester and dadx is paying for my next semester on account of him being a rockstar.

everyone NEEDS to play the worst game ever: go right.

spoiler alert!!! ((but, i swear, you should play it first))

***OFFICIAL WALK THROUGH COLON GO RIGHT!!***

go right for a few moments.
jump over the ball.
go right until the three minute point. look, a tv.
go right until the six minute point. jump over six balls.
go right until the sixteen minute point. jump over the ball. jump over the pit.
go right until the seventeen minute point. attack the boss.
go right for eighteen more minutes. look, another tv.

also, there is catchy music and a guy that tells you about his brother with cancer. how heartwarming.

i'm unable to count last night's mistakes on one hand. and that's without remembering where all these fucking bruises came from. there may have been a gang at the drag show.

check your knuckle sandwiches at the door, please, this is family entertainment.



kx bought glasses today.

mengtar said:

did you hear what the eye-glasses lady said to me?

kx said:

that she liked your hair?

mengtar said:

yeah. my greasy hangoverlor hair. how nice of her.

kx said:

she's probably required to say that and is now talking about what a bitch you are.


i rocked the last game of my rookie soccer season. two weeks off, and then viva los traviesos!