las aguilas won 13-0 against a bunch of white 17 year olds that didn't stand a chance past their matching socks and sweat bands. mx got yet another blue card... pinche gringo.




so c-losx is out of jail... but apparently cxi'mnotreallyfriendswith is heading that way.

an incomplete list of things that are bad ideas:

changing the number of refills on your prescription of adderal from 60 to 160 by simply writing in a 1... forgery of government documents... that's a felony, playa!

eating at waffle house after too much hookah and sailor jerry... sorry, yetanothercx.



coming in with a record high of 48 hours in hangover recovery time....



((love))

o minnesota springtime flooding, how i have yet to miss you...





good luck, fargo.

happy birthday, homeboy.



rock on, r2x.

r2x said:

i really like your hat. is it corduroy?

mengtar said:

yeah.

r2x said:

awesome, can i see it?

((mengtar snaps photo))



((r2x throws down hat))

r2x said:

it's PURPLE??!!?



i took my parents to experience the fort worth stockyards. mildly interesting... mostly yawn. but momx did manage to lose herself for 20 minutes in the saltwater taffy orchard.



this baller shined momx's shoes for three bones. looked good as new.



then he told us a story about going to jail... welcome to fort worth.



my boots in the RIGHT SIZE should be in by thursday! i'm going to LIVE next to the mailbox. fuck class and assignments. it's boot day.



everyday at 11 and 4, they take the cows on a walk and explain to the tourists how it's just like the old cattle drives.



liars. i saw city slickers.



this shetland pony likes beer and drunk slobber kisses. trust me.

no one died, but the cows totally won the rodeo.



wait... i have an exam, a paper, and math ((ew)) due thursday. sorry boots. love love.

muchas gracias, sterling cabernet sauvignon para making me happy!

with the return of school and a calmer self, i hope to integrate regular blogging. we will see how this works out in your favor.

i took my dog to three parks, two bars, and a starbucks.

i went on a non-date with sushi-guy. i made out with him for 30 seconds, touched his stomach ((over his shirt and prior to any contact with either party's unmentionables)), and he jizzed in his pants.

huh.

also, i later found out he is 36 ((not 27, which was my typically-accurate estimate)) and has a 10-year-old daughter.

this is after the immediate dismissal of the ultra-bipolar-pakistani that won't stop yelling.

le sigh.

do i take my chances with the filmmaker? i'll probably chicken out long before the option is presented.

homeboy had a birthday, which is apparently good reason to try sleeping with married girls. maybe you need a membership.

blogger won't upload my photos or i don't remember how.

both being equally plausible.



fuck this. blogger's photo shit sucks. i'm too drunkenly impatient to continue. good night.

also, that is my new transistor radio. five bones, kids!

UGH!!!! i'll make a triumphant return when i'm done hating life.

for now, i need to drink, as i may be joining homeboy in the unemployment line soon.

and these wonderfuls kept me from catching the FIRST CtS show on thursday. thanks, pin stripe twins.




me too!



an incomplete list of things i don't want to think about before pooping:

ground beef kabob sandwiches



an incomplete list of things i would rather think about while pooping:

facial expressions

lighting and exposure

inaudible farts

front to back



k-hox y gato. gato ensename bailar!



honk honk! this domesticized guy came straight to us. how captivitized! then he floated away when he realized we didn't remember to bring bread.

((selfish))



k-hox was skeptical of my park choice... until she saw that it has its own CASTLE!



also, this castle is made of arsenic. a small sign reminds the children to wash their hands. thanks, denton!





((marry me))



rock harder, i dare you.



these guys followed Consider the Source on thursday... the time i didn't see them. jerks.



when people have feet, it's like we're the same.

pictures from Consider the Source? how outdated...



he couldn't help his fabio-hair from flowing with the wind. i will write a haiku about it later.




i can hear how amazing your music is by the look on your face.



your blond locks waving
the evening breeze twists as floor
boards dance under me



i brought this dorkus to the after-party and he was waay too excited about everything. obnoxious as hell and slightly embarassing. i threatened to lock him in the back seat of my focus until i was ready to leave.



i ran into superdx, my sushi guy! i visit him at royal east with k-hox regularly. he is the most knowledgable sushi guy in the world. and we party.



also, he was with this lessthanattractivecougarx... awkward? i'll ask him about it later. maybe he has low self-esteem.



consider the source, meet superdx. superdx, meet consider the source.





i interviewed a guy for working at the og yesterday...

intervieweex said:

i just moved here from houston.

mengtar said:

how do you like denton?

intervieweex said:

there are a lot of beards.



meet my bearded friends:



also, stux loves mitch hedberg and atmosphere and is taking me to vegas for my bday!



lovelovelove



and cjx allows his over-hyped friends to puke in dog-dishes, owns a personal water cooler, AND sports a beard!



welcome home jxsx!