as of a couple hours ago, my pumpkin head is in texas!!

join us for the slamming of thirty beers on the square! ((after the og)) t'will be a grand time.






in other news, homeboy's black car ((the one that makes me imagine him burning alive after rolling and tumbling and flipping nine times through fruit markets and school zones loaded with small children because he drives like the madman he pretends not to be)) is running again!... sort of. it just needs a jump or five.

also, lake dallas barbecue is soo much better than denton barbecue. except for the yams. apparently you have to back to the north to eat a good fucking yam. it's whatever. but we went to this place called leona's or laina's or loaner's or something for breakfast and i giggled at weird situations and ate an incredible barbecued pork sandwich and super-candied yams that were not quite super.






also, i found a new shirt in my trunk. if i don't decide to try on a thousand different event-outfits for pumpkin head's homecoming, i will wear it. it will be okay i think. but i can't wear it with the butt-crack pants i wore yesterday and i don't think i want to wear the pants with the hole in the knee because it is chilly again and drafty pants make me frustrated i wonder if i can find my darkwash jeans but they might match my shirt TOO well.




last night i thought i was going to stay home and watch the office in my couch fort but that didn't happen. cx and i watched hours upon hours of project runway and sell this house and then started talking about repainting our kitchen to FINALLY get rid of our heinous wallpaper and curtains. i think it was when we were discussing making matching outfits out of our floral curtains that i decided it was time to leave the house.




i went to jupiter house for seven minutes. just enough time to cozy into a chair and read the same paragraph eight times trying to block out the NOISE of others, order a coffee and then decide to go to homeboy's place to read in peace. i call other peoples' conversation NOISE because i think it was completely unnecessary. some days i feel completely narcisistic and everyones' existence makes me angry... unless you're making me coffee or doing me favors or whispering so i can barely hear you because then you're in the "white noise" category and i don't have to use my shift key when i blog about your presence.




i bought some crickets from petco and he gave me the pre-bagged ones that were hanging from the hooks in the reptile area. whenever this happens i feel pretty gyped. i imagine the crickets they get from the back are of a higher grade, or even a higher class. more civilized crickets. i paid $3.09 for blue collar crickets. i wonder if snowflake can tell.

so i had to wake up this morning at 7am and stay up because i felt like making smoothies for three hours before work by myself but i stayed laying in bed and then i was going to write a blog post about how i am in a movie about sunrises because i am awake before daybreak and blah blah blah then i couldn't get the word sunrise out of my fucking head and almost mania-ed myself fully awake and then a dog showed up for the bedroom sniffing olympics where she tries to look for all of my socks and panties and anything easily take-able and won't stop breathing loudly until i force myself to fall back asleep.

then mAx called at 11 to ask for a ride to work at 11.45. i was still in bed. so was he. it was not meant to be a good day for either of us.

then i decided that i'm not eating anything ever again ever because i'm feeling like i'm going to be sick really soon and i think barfing is the grossest thing ever. even more gross than being punched in the face tons of times and bleeding all over the place.



speaking of getting punched in the face tons of times and bleeding all over the place, last night was the boxing match! it was at the HISTORICAL COWTOWN COLISEUM! ((say that without laughing. i fucking dare you.))

the HISTORY COWTOWN COLISEUM is in forth worth, which i was unaware of until now, but taking 35W-S into ft. worth puts you through a time machine while you're not looking and you step back into a fucking john wayne movie and there are brick and cobblestone roads and salloons and every building looks like the fucking alamo or something. i was excited and skipping and wearing my sweater shoes. it was a little too much.

but having never attended a boxing match, i went in with very low expectations. i only wanted to see blood and a KO. after battling swords, homeboy and i watched six matches. match one, round one: BLOOD! match 6, round one: KO!

fucking great.

also, this joke was much funnier post-battle, but homeboy is going to major in sports medicine and become a ring-side physician. i'll visit him at work, i guess.

this makes me want to start integrating jogging pants into my regular wardrobe.



anyway, you will see boxing photos later because i'm feeling too almost-sick and antisocial this evening so i will probably hand-write my book while listening to more of the i'm not there soundtrack ((FUCKING AMAZING!)) and maybe decide how much exactly i hate you.

okay, so this is tonight's boxing-outfit. maybe... unless someone comes in and looks at me too long or too short or in the wrong lighting... in which case i will go through my entire closet. again.



also, for the record that is only the fifth time i have done that. i've posted more pictures of myself peeing than event-outfits that took too much planning.

and now comes the big question: sweater shoes?



whatever. i'm over it. it will be whatever is most convenient at the time. sweater shoes with no socks or other shoes with socks.

also, if you missed the past whatever amount of time, i also cut my hair. this is me doing that, i guess.






also, to sx, remember when i told you that people do this and you wanted to see them do it and we didn't get to see them do it but we saw tracks of everyone doing it? yeah... here is the photographic evidence. they're totally doing it. man... one day, i'm totally going to do it.






also, i got to work early and totally got busted drumming in my car to some tech n9ne. holy loser central! but sx and i had a good laugh about it. well, she did. i mostly cried over it.

i tried on a thousand boxing-outfit combinations and then washed some clothes and then tried on a thousand more boxing-outfit combinations and then watched some of the office and then showered and now i think i just want to go in my towel. barefoot.

or maybe my sweater-shoes.

i took pictures of all of the outfit-contenders. well, the good ones and the decent ones and the ridiculous ones. i will either post them all for you to laugh at me or delete them all before i even get to fort worth. all depending on whether or not i can find something cool enough to wear that will make up for all the pictures.

((not going to happen))

i have almost doubled my site views in the month from december to january.

exponentially interesting... ((dorklor))

now i will continue dressing and undressing trying to find the right outfit for a boxing match...

((insert more losery here))

it came in the mail today. yay!!! i think i'm going to be more excited than homeboy when he gets it... but that's okay.

the og conned me into working all day so now i feel exhausted but still can't sleep. ((story of my life)) but i had forgotten my phone at the house so i couldn't even stay entertained sending text messages.



between shifts i went out to my car for a smoke and to listen to some music and drum on my steering wheel and whatnot. locked my keys in my car.

((fuck me))

and i have a spare key on my kitchen counter.

((no cell phone))

so i sat on hold with aaa for a half hour and they showed up in the middle of dinner rush. fuck balls.

at least the engine wasn't running... just the electric part... but regardless... fuck balls.

also, because i didn't have my phone, i couldn't find out if kx was staying in
denton or going to houston today, and it turns out i totally bailed on him again... because i suck... hard... at all of it.

yesterday i saw a marimba in the back of a pickup truck. it made me miss these kids.