fuck. i went to a party. i gave some drunks a ride home. i made out with a dude on the balcony while his girlfriend was asleep just inside the door. i'm not sure what happened after that, but it's six am and i have a guitar and i'm hungry.

do i learn to play it or sell it for food?

step back in time with me:




((vogue))




cx out-accessorized me by at least 5.



if we were in a fight on facebook's sorority life, she would have won, dealt critical attacks, and taken $8000. what a bitch.



i went to karaoke instead of watching cx walk out of the bar nekkid. now who's the bitch?



is that an authentic barack obama commemorative plate?



yes, yes it is.







poor marley had his balls chopped off.



and now we bring you my "dear diary" awkward and embarrassing moments. lucky you.



i've had a crush on a particular door guy for... about a year. and while i frequent his bar, our conversations were limited to music, general rocking, and the occasional drunken hug. also, he was there when my dad read me the night before christmas last christmas eve. more random than awkward.



he called and we hung out last week and i basically fell in love with him... which doesn't say much, as i could fall in love every day if i only had the time. then comes my epic downfall... as a complete bitch and an internet junkie, i need to update my twitter with a pros/cons list about the events of the evening... but instead of texting it twitter, it was sent directly to him...



dear seventeen magazine,
i was soo embarrassed!
love, mengtar



but he still calls a week later to tell me that his band is playing the next night. band was great, except for the whole his-drummer-is-my-ex-fiance thing... that was awkward. i found some old friends and we all hid downstairs.



i won't be hearing from him in... umm... ever.




this is our "is that a pecan tree?" pose. are you buying it?






ART FUSION! this is shep as a van gogh!



meet jx.



jx is a regular at rubber gloves and usually needs a ride home by the time the night is done. he used to be a pro-skater, but then he went crazy.



now he is OCD and will only wear red shoes... vans to be precise.





he gave me a tour of his house, and walked around telling crazy stories, none of which i remember. he probably thought i was just as insane running around his house asking about different paintings and trinkets and snapping ten thousand photos. i'm over it.




he had a million music devices. i never really asked if he played any of them or if they were just there...



or if he records or whatever.



i'm over it.




i felt like we should have been listening to old time radio. feel-good public addresses by fdr.



i like throwing peace signs in every photo i take... i'm not sure it's really working for me though.



i don't remember his dog's name, but it had something to do with star wars... jx continually referred to him as being the only black man in the universe... but i don't remember any black people in star wars. told ya, crazy.



i'm over that too.



adieu.