Showing posts with label coolness 1001. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coolness 1001. Show all posts

Monday, November 24, 2008

as you may or may not recall, a silent oath was taken 6 months ago today.

here's how it all went down... former roommate mx moved out quite a while ago... several months to be exact. but weeks prior to his move ((possibly even singular)) he bought a $400 gold's gym workout thinger that has not moved or been used since. when he was informed that if it wasn't picked up by the time kx left for drum corps tour ((a week)) that it would be sold, he seemed more worried about the ladder he left behind...

this ladder...



so cx and i devised a plan...



she grabbed the ladder while i found my shoes.



i had to open the hatch ((lost terminology)) because i'm not short.




now would be a good time to take note that i am climbing into an attic sans shoes...



but cx has my back.




up, up and up!



aha! the perfect hiding place!



i haven't seen cx this engrossed with satisfaction since faux-gving.



we rehearsed for mx's interrogations... what ladder?



there may have been an accomplice... but he was mostly there for moral support. but wait... now that there's no ladder... how do i get down???



the multi-purpose love-sac.



i could have broken my neck, but i like to live dangerously. and comfortably.



greatness. ((just turn your head, dummy!))

mengtar said:

bkx, are you going to spot me?

bkx said:

yes, i'm here to spot you.

mengtar said:

were you ever in gymnastics or cheerleading?

bkx said:

.... i was in marching band...?

Thursday, September 04, 2008

yesterday's biggest mistake of the evening:

choosing the incorrect language on the atm and having to navigate my deposit options in what seems to be heiroglyphics.

((but i just completely paid off TWO credit cards... fuck. yes.))

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

special note: getting caught rapping to your ipod while making schedules in the office is detrimental to at-work cool kid status.

Sunday, July 06, 2008

and now for epic saga moments of awesome on a sunday afternoon with mengtar!

i pulled up to racetrac to buy my first tank of gas for the prettymobile/hatredcopter. i picked the pump with the highest cute-boy concentration. the area of pump 11 was very concentrated today.

i was listening to my coolkid music and turned off my car. i stepped out of the car with my celebrity shades and turned some heads no doubt...

i could hear everyone's thoughts... "damn... that girl is soo cool. and her car is sooo cool. and her sunglasses are sooo cool. and her hair is sooo cool. i should buy her shots of whiskey and shiner bocks if i see her at a bar, but keep conversation to an absolute minimum and leave shortly after because she is waaay too sooo coool!!!!"

it was about then that i realized that my gas tank is on the PASSENGER side of the car... but don't think i didn't blast my coolkid music from pump 11 to pump 6...

the high concentration of cuteboys pretended not to laugh.

all kinds of slick.

i also went to target to buy an iron.

Monday, June 30, 2008

dear homeboy,
thank you for continuing to be ultra-receptive to my bi-monthly apologies of being a stubborn, overreacting drunken bitch.
love, mengtar.

another night of sorts brought to you by the fantastically stubborn mind of drunklor mengtar. special note: the photos are not from last night and in no way correlate with the story. i will also have you know that it was not my camera and i have no idea to work the settings. get over yourself.

a great night was had at the boiler room in celebration of bballamike's birthday. i helped decorate the cake, and i also accepted free shots.

per usual, after too many drinks ((too few of them being whiskey)) i decided that i was angry ((for probably no reason)). if i am drunk and angry ((again, for probably no reason)), i also usually decide to direct my drunklor anger at homeboy. he's a good sport about it.

i knew that i couldn't drive my prettymobile home, but also refused to get a ride from homeboy. or anyone else, because those people were suggested by homeboy so i was mad ((for probably no reason)) at them by association.







therefore, i'm walking. i live about 4 miles from the square. i'm okay with this.

i start walking home and everyone is calling and texting and apparently made it into a huge ordeal. i pretty much stopped caring.

also, i was cute, but wasn't about to get raped. it looked like i had at least three concealed weapons.

i peed behind a bank. classy.

i angry-walked for a good hour or so with an exceptional level of sass. those hips were dangerous. it was around 3 that i realized that i had no idea where i was.

i got lost.

in denton.

i had been walking and turning, so sure i was homebound, but not stopping to think which way home was. i turned a corner and looked up to see a glowing refuge of familiarity. the wells fargo sign. wait... i'm still on the square!!!

i was defeated and sobering up. i walked back to my car and drove home.

but it doesn't end there. of course not.







homeboy calls to affirm my safety. i'm sober enough to drive, but i'm not sober enough to be rational. that doesn't come until the following afternoon... usually after a stop at jupiter house.

i got home around 4am and decided to discontinue our friendship... again. this usually happens about once a month... and lasts until the following afternoon... usually after a stop at jupiter house.

in true hangoverlor mengtar fashion, i stumbled up to jupiter house this afternoon. i was walking behind four old men and got some catcalls from big momma and little daddy as they drove by. they all turned around to look at me. "it's okay, they're gay." they were not amused.

the radio made me feel angry, so i held imaginary, yet ultra-cool conversations with myself in my car and spilled coffee down my shirt.

i'm the coolest person you know.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

i think i need a new hobby...

scotch or martinis?

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

new levels of narcissism... stalking yourself.

Friday, April 18, 2008

how to be awesome ((make banana bread))

special note: this is a double-loaf recipe. there is no point in making just one loaf of banana bread, because the guy you're sleeping with will eat some before he leaves your house in the morning and by the time you get off work, your roommates will have eaten the rest. let's stick with two.

one of the most important parts of banana bread is it's bananas. usually, if there is an ingredient listed in the name of the food you're making... it's important. ((TATERTOT hotdish... requires tatertots...))



let's go with 7 ripe bananas. if i give you recipe with an odd numbered ingredient ((not half-able)) then you won't go making single-loaf on me. also, they have to be overly ripened. you can tell if a banana is overly ripened because the brown to yellow ratio is in the brown's favor. no. cheating. allowed.

((i assure you, the bottom half of my bananas have a higher yellow:brown ratio than the top half. you are allowed to take the average.))



peel your bananas. you should be about half-way through your first beer by now.



add a cup of melted butter. if you pre-gamed your baking, i will simplify by assuring you that two sticks of butter is one cup. you don't have to check google. learn from my mistakes.

also, some people like to use substitutions in their baking. like applesauce instead of oil or butter or margarine. get over yourself and just read the recipe. if you're fat then maybe you should be eating celery sticks and walking your dog rather than eating banana bread. i should start an advice column.

mash your bananas with a wooden spoon. if you check your wooden spoon drawer and none of your roommates have washed the dishes and you are out of wooden spoons and spatulas and rubber spatulas and wire wisks ((bad idea for everything but eggs)) then you can use a blender. mixers are overrated.



if the blender lid is also dirty, plates will do.

pour your banana puree back into your mixing bowl. you can't use the blender for everything, lazies!



the next step is... ((oh, yeah)) eggs! let me lecture you on the importance of not using rotten eggs... don't. also, clean out your fridge if you have rotten eggs... they're probably not alone.



add two eggs. the addition of eggs to any recipe is the only acceptable time to use a wire wisk... except for that time i made green beans... whatever. we will go over that next time.

pour some sugar in. i don't remember how much. let's go with one and a half cups... if you use the metric system, this equals 3 liters. ((also, fuck you))



this is also a great time to stand back and admire your mess. if you haven't made a mess, throw it away and start over. you're doing something wrong.



another ingredient ((almost as important as bananas)) is baking powder... i think... it's the one in the yellow box that arm and hammer makes... maybe it's baking soda... whatever, i'm over it. sprinkle some of that on there... let's go with 2 teaspoons. ((again, if you use the metric system, this is also 3 liters. we're just silly like that... also, fuck you))

this is also a good point to look at yourself and ask if you're really in the group that should be eating banana bread or eating celery sticks... maybe i should have some celery sticks... and get a haircut...

also, wear a scarf. that helps.



3 cups of flour... yep.

some people like to add miscellaneous flavor-somes to their banana breads, as if bread flavored like bananas isn't good enough. whatever. he's cute.

add nuts or chocolate chips or cranberries or pieces of a calendar. ((dates... amelia bedelia reference... whatever))

not raisins! raisins aren't allowed. if you want to add raisins, you should go eat some celery sticks instead... then kill yourself.



bake it at 350 degrees for an hour. for higher altitudes or people using the metric system, bake it at 3 liters for a week... ((wait... they used the gregorian calendar before we existed?? whatever))

Monday, March 24, 2008

sitting inside jupiter by myself, i'm always sure to sit obnoxiously close to my laptop for minimal over-the-shoulder-peers. i'm also sure to spread the rest of my belongings across the table to ensure that no one else will sit by me.

and tonight, being just like any other night, someone tries to sit by me. usually i look around nervously and pack up my shit and slide as close to the wall as possible before he notices that i haven't showered or finds it necessary to peer over my shoulder or compliment my scarf. but one thing was different tonight.

i said no.

to a stranger.

and instead of walking across the room, he sits right fucking behind me.

so while i sit here, formerly content with my crossword puzzle from the quick paper, i turn even more awkward and paranoid than previously thought possible. and with this paranoia comes sensory increases. i am more aware than ever of every whisper and shifting stool behind me. i can feel him. he's trying to look over my shoulder to ready my blog. gross. i don't even let homeboy do that. who the fuck does this guy think he is!?

i think something is wrong. i think they put super extra lactose in my shake. my stomach is cramping and i'm getting chills, though i've warmed since coming back indoors. i might have to become a legit non-dairy person soon.

in more positive news, the worse half of j and l has clued me in to a website of most amazingess. hulu.com has loads of streaming videos... including ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN!!!!!!!! fucking yes. i laughed, i cried, i sang along, it was a grand time i had all by myself. perfectly grand.

how much better/more pathetic can it get? female twenty-something home from work with particularly great hair rolling around in bed in her underwear crying at animated dogs in streaming video... sounds like a singles searching ad.

whatever, i'm going to go home and shit/puke out all my innards before my intestines implode. fucking dairy.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

i was on the phone with my sister when i decided it would be a good time to play with my webcam. apparently you can set it to take a picture every three seconds... or whatever time you so wish... i wished three. so here are a hundred pictures of me not moving but making different faces and talking and giggling about everything awesome...






momx bought me this necklace in mexico!





sx is explaining to me the holiday of Beaster. this holiday is celebrated with all of your friends bringing over cans of the beast ((milwaukee's best)), decorating the cans, and hiding them! then you have a beaster can hunt!





i wonder if they keep that in the import aisle...



oh, look! more settings!




pass.




only one thing can make me giggle this hard...



bannermania!



tonight: riprocks. homeboys bday. do it.