most of this is not-taking manual live-blogging from mostly tonight but basically all day.

toby thompson is doing a book signing for his book "positively 4th st: minnesota's bob dylan" at dylan days in hibbing, mn. my aunt is getting me a signed copy. ((thanks auntie sharon)) also, there will be more posters and maybe a plane ticket.

i went to cool beans to watch the keyboard/singer from congratulations do some solo shit. when i was at the bar there were three ultra-southern-hick dudes that had just arrived and one turned to me and just said "hey, baby, you single?" umm... you're thirty-five and... ew.

later they were asking the bartender if some bar down fry street was a gay bar. it's summer and the college kids are leaving, so don't touch me ever and fucking get out of my town and can i get a shiner draft, please?

the chairs that i was sitting on ((there were several different types)) were like the grade k chairs in mrs. bogie's class. the cracked fiberglass ones that were waay comfortable... and since being drunk brings you back to grade k, they were equally comfortable.

also there was this jewel.

mengtar said:

can i get two shiners and a shot of beam?

cute dude in white shirt said:

you should get two.

mengtar took her shot and said:

he's not that cute.

cute dude in white shirt was in the middle of a drink and spit beer everywhere all zach morris on saved by the bell style and i smiled and walked away. thoroughly pleased.

tonight may have been stranger small talk for blog appreciation appreciation night. appreciation was meant to be in there exactly that amount of times. get over it.

also, i bought more rum and windsor. so... canadian whiskey night might be on wednesday... tomorrow... well... today. thanks dadx.

i broke my non-beer-drinking streak of two days. but it was for the show of someone absolutely worth it... so it might not count.

sometimes you're just an object to me.

full out amber alerts for my sweatshirt of absolute comfort from a couple posts ago.

maple leaf rag. 2nd grade, fuckers. get over yourself... nah... i love that kid.

i will accept your repayments at any time. make it worth it.

also, you're a story ruiner. just because you read my blog doesn't mean you can't pretend haven't heard it.

just buy my beers until forever because my patience is valuable and gas isn't cheap.

i'm starting to get really bored with everything.

i think it's about time to restart my overdrinking or bump it up to three packs a day and become the crazy chain smoking drunk or get a new hobby or addiction or eating disorder. i think i could make eating disorders trendy again... but what would i wear?

congratulations is playing tonight at the boiler room. come watch me dance with my best friend. no smirks, giggles, or flash photography, please.





i finally bought more beer the other day when i ran to the store for tampons ((one of the only times i will actually buy beer)). they are both a good aid to exploding vaginas. and it also lets me drink in the daytime so i don't have to venture into public alone while all you other fuckers carry on with your schedules and classes and jobs. get over yourself.

the u of mn has yet to mail my transcript. i'm starting to think there's a good chance i won't be getting into UNT this fall. i've killed for less.



my faux-hawk doesn't look nice today and i am not happy about it.

someone finally fixed the bathroom scale and i'm just going to keep telling myself that it's broken and might go as far as to buy a whole new one. i was obviously not happy with the results. solution: eat less, drink more.

in other exciting news, i have just purchased my last three packs of cigarettes. then i'm done.

done.

why three? fuck you.

done.

mengtar was all kinds of different sorts last night. best friends tend to do that to her.

i met up with best friend at cool beans and the guy who i watched change his shirt in his car who is also is congratulations was playing a keyboard and singing ((complete bballa style)) some kickin shit like ween and gomez, who i have recently taken an extreme liking to.

best friend and i danced our best friend dance and got some non-ballers to dance with us and that was almost just annoying because then they were blocking the view of some of the best friend and mengtar dance fan viewers. whatever.

i ran into jxlx who i hadn't seen in ages and i returned the shot that he bought me forever ago. we also briefly discussed some shizz that may currently or may about to go down.

also, i talked to strangers and they were girls even! look out, fry street, this won't happen again for months at least.

bitches need to call back so i know they're not gashed and raped in gutters. the both of yas!

i woke up late for work and was generally uncomfortable and irritable the whole day, despite being partnered with rx and making decent tips.

i decided it was nap time when i got home and when i took off my pants i realized that my underwear was on backwards.




brazilian cut panties are dumb!!!!

congratulations played at the boiler room saturday night and all the og cool kids were there, including the last cup allstars. fuck yes. good times were had and okay-photos were taken. it's whatever.



i ate like three pounds of broccoli for lunch and i'm not sure how that's going to work out.




i went up to jupiter house last night to start transferring my hand-written work to my laptop for my book. i didn't even finish dickin around on the internet before i was bothered by a dx wanting me to come next door to hooligans to play darts. i declined until a far more convincing and better looking kx came and made the same request. it was fun. team hurley beat team balls inc. ((guess what team i'm on)) two out of three games. i'm over it.



my teammate was kind of nice but he had long hair that i didn't like and was wearing full-body camouflage and kept trying to touch me ((not inappropriately, i just don't like physical contact with strangers)) and his shirt was unbuttoned to his stomach revealing an ugly tattoo that i didn't want to hear about. he kept singing tool songs poorly and claimed to sing in a band of sorts. i didn't really care.



i was far more concerned over weather or not kx was actually going to buy me the other drink he promised me when he convinced me to leave my comfortable recliner in the coffee shop. he did. they were miller lites, but i didn't mind.

i had smoked mozzerella fonduta for breakfast, so i think i'll have a smoothie for dinner... yes... after my nap... then jupiter maybe...

going on my third day since i last slept. but after work i might go to the dog park and blog about all of the other dogs there that are too spoiled and how well-behaved my dogs are. ((as if i needed more reasons to not have kids))




but it's probably going to be 40 degrees so i might be the only one at the park.

i'm over it.

tonight: congratulations is playing at the boiler room. midnight. see you there.

now that i have a computer that doesn't run on gerbils, i was able to install the greatest computer game of all time... WOLFENSTEIN-3D! for those of you who are unfamiliar, wolf 3d is an early 90's WWII first person shooter game. takes me back to those wonderful MS-DOS days... so i re-installed it to my computer... doesn't work.



there was also a barney the dinosaur version... incredible.

i haven't slept the last two nights and my biggest disappointment of the week is still that i can't work wolf 3d.




i'm glad i have some days where the biggest decisions i have to make is what fruits to include in my breakfast smoothie.