i felt a post-sushi culinary inspiration.



everyone has to make a sacrifice.

((too soon?))

keep guard, my squinty friend.



gifts for moi?



why hello, pretentious!



i found out fryes typically run over a size small. how tragic. but thank you zappos! for no shipping charges! i will see you in another week...

i woke up from a nap and realized that i had slept through my sushi-date with vx. cx and kx were leaving the house for royal east. checked my phone in the car to find yet another sushi offer... dang, kids!





((don't tell k-hox))

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...?

i spent last night finishing off my whiskey and bx's cream soda and then anger-ignoring homeboy until it was time for bed. i think it was because i was out of cigarettes and he refused to go buy me some. last night should have been sober night too.

urizen played at the boiler room tonight at 10, but i woke up at 11 and didn't remember they were playing until 11.30. also, i didn't go to the urizen show. i probably could have even enjoyed it sober.

instead, cx and i watched america's psychic challenge on lifetme... where psychics compete to see who is the best psychic... on lifetime. my favorite part is immediately before commercial breaks, they ask you questions like "which of these six cards is the jack of diamond?" or "which of these three cell phones are about to ring? if you guess right, you could have psychic abilities!"

fucking great... now i have to put up with a third of the people who watch lifetime at 3am walking around like they have psychic abilities...

also, i totally have psychic abilities.

but that doesn't mean that cx and i aren't looking to get a psychic reading done...

twins fell to the rangers in the tenth. let's not repeat that. balls.



there were cardinals fans behind us... ((psst... wrong league!)) also, someone should tell me the next time my ENTIRE chest is exposed... thanks...






but morneau had a grand slam in the third. ((balls exciting)) but the rangers countered with 5 runs in the bottom. jerks.

i was overly beligerent throughout, which made it slightly awkward when we lost. don't do that to me!



kx and i were both red dots... WE WON!



and i was NOT happy about having to wear my rally cap...




rally cap nation!



it was good to see neshek closing, but i was upset to see gomez ((my future husband)) taken off the field by gardenhire with a strained hamstring. i hope he'll still be in the rest of the weekend.

kx and cx were much happier about the results of the game than i was...



i got back to denton in time to see the sugar free all-stars at the boiler room. but no best friend. disappointment5000.

cx says i should dress kind of hardcore... s&m were her exact words...

the closest thing i have to s&m is a black t-shirt from the gap.

thanks, cx.

also, worse half of j and l, do you know anything about removing hair from digital cameras?

mengtar's mazda has TWO fully functioning windshield wipers. imagine that!



the other night at work, a certain rx decided that i had been acting differently as of late, as if i was reflecting or in deep thought about troubling issues too often for rx's approval. we discussed a few recent events and changes vs. stagnance in my relationships with people. people of note were the roommates, the family, the close friends and a particular homeboy. rx decided right out that homeboy had to go and that i was being used for sex and whatnot and that i am too eligible to continue playing these games.

i laughed.

hard.



my only arguments were that we also cuddle and that we also hang out during crotch-explosion weeks.

rx considers these investments.

but i also love playing the safety games. more entertaining than balls.



so rx decides that it would be in my best interest to invite me to a movie that is actually a snakey pukelor set up double date. gross. it wasn't horrible. i mean, i got a free lunch and movie out of it. but vx was obviously more entertained by the idea of being on a date than i was.



but he was nice to look at and laughed at my jokes while making little attempt at humor himself. it's whatever. some people just aren't funny. you can be extremely attractive and not funny and i can pretend to be into that... i won't pretend very hard though.

he said he liked bob dylan too but i think he was lying. i didn't care enough to call him out on it though so i just gave him an "oh, yeah? cool." i'm that cool.

but i went through the whole date ordeal with no awkward anxiety weirdness or blurting out semi-offensive word mix-ups like "is my coffee done?!?" or "why come there isn't spinach in my salad? i mean i how! i mean indians!" as i run into the bathroom to shame-pout by myself.



i saw cloverfield. i'm not sure how i feel about it. i think i'll go again before developing an actualy opinion other than the fact that i enjoyed the cameraman's banter.

"rob, i think it's time to leave the electronics store."

whatever.

much later, cx and i went to el guapos to drink daquiris and watch her friend play violin in a mariachi band. very entertaining.






i worked super early and came home to my bed being emptier than i had left it. this is the face a mengtar that is disappointed5000. in one picture i'm upset about empty beds and the other i'm upset about needing a haircut. can you tell the difference??



((me neither.))

apparently i'm not just awkward to sleep next to, but also disgusting. thanks. i won't be developing a complex now or anything... and i'm sure this non-smoking, ear infection, wisdom teeth-heaven is doing magical wonders on my amplified purring.



last night best friend and i went to the boiler room to check out a bluegrass band called the boxcar bandits. i was really excited. then they played. and that's when i realized that i don't like bluegrass. oh well. homeboy and i left for lewisville to hang out at some bar attached to a grocery store. that was about the extent of this venue's class. i guess we all just need a reminder sometimes that this is not mengtar's crowd. also, there were black lights and i was under the impression that the mustard stain came out...



i ran into a lot of people i hadn't seen in a while at the boiler room. very few people that i could openly admit to wanting to see. but one of them got fatter. and i laughed... but not too hard... because of the equal conditions act. damn.



sometimes when you do dumb shit, and you know that you do dumb shit, having a good friend yelling at you still isn't completely unnecessary. thanks.



friday was xmas at the mengtar house... for only mengtar... my xmas presents were mailed from minnesota. i got some fucking sweet shit that i will get into whenever i feel like it. or not. it's really my call. not yours.







i wrote the first chapter of my new book... by hand... i obviously didn't get a laptop for xmas. this is going to be the longest writing of a book since the typewriter.



today and yesterday i've been all crazy-depressed-emo kid or whatever and freaking out and wanting to move home like this second. and this will go on until my vagina is half-exploded and i will become happy as bees.



also, the only thing more confusing than waking up with no panties, is waking up fully clothed and uncuddled. maybe i was anger-breathing in my sleep just last night and you deserved it.



cx and i saw juno. it was cute and quotable but whatever. and it takes place in minnesota so it was cool to see the snow and hear them say recognizable town names. mankato and stillwater were mentioned. and the adopted parents lived in st. cloud. ((can i get a whatwhat?))



i bought a travel-sized toothbrush. i'm not planning on traveling with it. i was just planning on leaving it. i just thought it would be less invasive because i don't like people leaving shit in my bathroom. maybe i'm the only one and i could have actually bought a regular one, but i would have felt guilty just the same. i'm over it.





also, this is a mengtar's blog first! tonight i ask for you to pray for my sister for dreaming that she applied at the copper lantern. that place should have been in juno. haha damn i'm awesome.