hi. hello.

k-hox, mAx, and i drinkdrankdrunk at 8ball last night which was followed by a verbal ((not oral)) love-fest of us gushing over how much we love our dogs.

NOOOO I LOVE YOOOUUURRRR DOGS MORE!!

STETSON IS ONLY SOORT OF RETARDEED I'M DRUNK BLEAEERRRRGHHHHHH

k-hox said:

wow, we might as well have been rolling last night.

no pool, but 2 never-ending games of darts and a celebrity double-bull shot from ktrix.

k-trix grabbed a dart, said:

what are you shooting for?

mengtar said:

bulls, 16 and 17.

k-trix shoots double bull, said:

yeah, i play some darts.


have you met stetson? allow me to continue gushing about my dog.

ahem.

the lament of stetson:







((fin))

this is typically such an un-chatty place. preferably un-chatty.

until this afternoon. fucking everyone.

didn't i just see you at the rec?

no, i sweat this much at all times.

i had to wash my hands three times to get the paint from under my nails.

i'm sorry, were we having a prior conversation?

can you watch this while i stand over here?

no one is going to steal your ugly art project! take your tissue paper and smelly tempera paint out of my coffee shop and out of my life!

mengtar said:

how would you like your steak cooked?

guestx said:

what?

mengtar said:

i'll put you down for "strategically." think you can handle that?

sometimes it becomes difficult to keep up with friends, school work, or social obligations. but you know it's bad when you can no longer keep up with your own body hair.

does anyone else get a high from nasal spray? i'm rocking big mike's for this post-bar evening-morning and i wish i had brought it with me for less than healthy reasons.

i'm sitting at a very wobbly table. you know the kind. i rest my arms on it and the stranger across the table shoots me a "why did you invade my space" type of glare. honestly, i didn't even ask. he's sitting next to the only available outlet that doesn't catch the draft every time the door swings open. i've been here too many times. i know these things. but i've been typing too heavy and quickly and he won't stop staring in an "i might pull my .22" sort of way... i'm going to go to the bathroom and when i return my things will either be smashed or lonely.

welcome to post-bar denton.

friday, it was mentioned within an hour of the start of the day, and i unintentionally ignored it until the following morning.

my only thought on saturday was, "that wasn't bad, a passing day like any other."

now two days later, out in public surrounded by routine and familiarity, it punches me in the face.



two years later: kyle, i still love you.



i'll be outside smoking in the dark, so no one can see me cry.

i wanted to start this post with a title, but i'm not sure what it would have been... the hippie dialogues? my evening ((or so)) with a hippie?

friday evening was one like any other. drinks with co-workers and whathaveyou, until i received a telephone call from an unfortunate hippie that i had sworn off upon the discovery of his age: 36, employment: un, and living situation: with dad. no, no, and no.

however, after several weeks of dodging voicemails and social scenes, he calls with materials of bribery. i am not above taking bribes.

so we hang out with his hippie friends in their hippie house and engage in activities such as drinking, shadow dancing, and snowball fights.

post-party we make it back to my apartment, but, before any late-night activities ensue, he proceeds to vomit... everywhere. i woke up to him puking all over my bathroom. i woke up to him puking all over my kitchen sink. i woke up to him puking in my roommate's bathroom ((which is across the apartment, though i have a bathroom attached to the bedroom we are both sleeping in)).

bitch, you're 36! pull yourself together!

i'm not used to my tricks still being over the following morning, so i tried a scheme introduced to me by a co-worker... t-wex. ((sound it out; how adorable is that?))

mengtar said:

((ready to go, in work uniform, apron, and all))
alright, well i have to work at 11 ((lie)), so i should probably bring you back to your car...

worthlesshippiex said:

i don't think i can handle a car-ride right now.

mengtar said:

well... you're going to have to.

worthlesshippiex said:

bleeaauuuurrghhhhh..... ((runs to the bathroom, catching puke in his hands and shirt along the way))

((le sigh))


after this, i am forced to fake-call in sick to work. i've never called in sick to work, let alone FAKE-called in sick to work.

fucking hippies.

an hour or so goes by and my friends are slowly figuring out how desperate i am to get out of this painfully awkward situation of baby sitting a grown man. someone my dad's age... had my dad had a child at age twelve... okay, well at least someone of the age that my dad might hang out with. whatever. k-bitchx calls and invites me to lunch at noon.

immediately before our lunch date, i have the EXACT same conversation with the hippie, and he again proceeds running to the bathroom catching vomit in his hands, beard, and chest hair.

i can't even handle this.

((exit mengtar.))

((enter mengtar at mr. chopstix, a local hippie chinese food restaurant))

k-bitchx said:

well, of course he's unemployed! he's a hippie! what did you expect?

mengtar said:

what?!?? we're at chopstix! look at all of these employed hippies! paying their income taxes like champs! this is the hippie employment epicenter!


post-lunch i am forced to avoid my apartment at ALL costs. this includes bribing the infamous homeboy with a mocha shake with peanut butter into entering ground zero/hippie cove to gather my necessities.

homeboy said:

okay, so what all do you need me to grab?

mengtar said:

uhh... let me make you a list...
((pulls out ONE crumpled post-it note from her coat pocket, seemingly saved for JUST the occasion...))
hair-straigtener, hair product, face wash, pumas.... phone charger...

homeboy said:

where is the phone charger?

mengtar said:

uhh... it's plugged into the wall... on the other side of the bed... okay, that one is optional.

((LOVE))

here's a lull in the story. boreboreboreboreboreborebore...

((enter mengtar in dallas, 11pmish, with t-wex and company))

worthlesshippiex said:

so, i'm still at your apartment and i'm starting to worry...

drunklor mengtar said:

go home!

t-wex said:

this is mengtar's landlord, and, unless you plan on paying january's rent, you should exit the premises, or the local authorities will be contacted. that's right! the denton po-po, bitch!

worthlesshippiex said:

i already walked home after the fucked up texts, didn't want to leave the door unlocked. guess i didn't expect you to leave me there all day. thanks a lot.



le sigh... what the fuck did you want me to do? wait around for you to stop puking all over my apartment? meanwhile, i was buying stock in febreze and 409 spray-foam carpet cleaner. get.the.fuck.out!

lesson of the weekend: never invite hippies over, unless you plan on housing them ((rudely or not)) for at least 24 hours.

((fucking hippies))