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.))

my thumb is finally turning purple from when it got splintered on thursday. now my story is sounding more bballa because it also has a visual aide. i will photograph it once the darkness peaks.

the other night after coffee with kyle i chilled with mike and his crew of people i know but not really. his dude case brought his cousin i think who is pretty okay to look at. he myspaced me ((which is kind of a loser-move to start off with)) to ask me out for drinks some night. i guess i'll go because i have nothing better to do, but i am completely prepared for an evening of absolute awkwardness. of course i would need mike's seal of approval before venturing further.

i am three weeks sober. i made it. i'm proud of my accomplishments and am ready for my token or tokenesque object. fuck. yes.

some unwanted events may take place this evening and i'm not sure how i feel about it yet. stay tuned.

dongs and photos also.

so i went on a date with this dude from work. i thought it would blow, but he ended up being a lot cooler than he usually is at work. turns out we have a lot in common. he likes baseball and loves the mars volta and is mildly entertained with video games. we shared stories. i got a kiss on the cheek. the end.

chilled with the homies afterwards at jupiter house. still drunk. saw a dude i know there again. he took down my number.

mike and travis drove me home.

dude called. i went over. had some pretty awesome sex. twice. i slept for an hour and a half and then had to go to work. gross.

transformers is out. and i'm too tired. i=lame.

after all of my valiant efforts of avoiding dates with too many guys, i finally gave in. but that means nothing.

i'm going to hooligans tonight with jason, a dude i work with. he had been quite persistent. however, he was also supposed to call me last night. he claims he texted me. i don't know. but i might need to call dan or mike to come crash my date if it comes down to it.

i miss this kid.

one of the dudes from lou's last night ((also possibly a jason)) came into the olive garden today. asked me out. i said no. apparently he lives a few houses down from michael ann's new house. i hope i didn't start neighborhood awkwardness.

i saw mike and ronnie at lou's last night also. i watched them play foosball through the window. apparently ronnie won an old NES system. congrats to him.

dan has a goal of hooking me up with every barely eligible guy in denton. so far he is 0-4. not the best record, even worse than my fantasy baseball stats.

one was two days ago at jupiter. he told me i was hot and adorable all night and that i should drink at his place ((even though it was already 3am.)) ten minutes later he started talking about his 2 year old son. uhh... no. then he started talking to this guy that walked out of the coffee shop. i turned around and it was walker. a former black eyed pea bartender. i asked walker if i should go over to his place. he laughed a bit and said that he was looking out for his girl, and i should definitely not go over. i laughed.

the last one was last night at ur moms after we did the fry-street crawl for mike and big momma's birthdays. at least he has good taste in the appearance spectrum. this guy was okay in his pick-up lines. later vic, a former movie tavern cook, came to the bar to say hi. i started talking to him and dan's pick pulls me over and whispers in my ear, "babe, you're too adorable to be talking to niggers." to which i reply "that's why we don't hang out." turns out he had spent the last five years in prison. later i made travis save me to get me the fuck away from that guy. i saw a bunch of movie tavern people that remembered me and it was cool. drank lots. the end.

michael ann and i came upon a striking discovery today. one: italics are okay. two: drinking at the house is LAME.

so after a drink, we went out to lou's.

played the ring toss game with a couple guys and they bought us drinks. it was alright. even though they were also slightly lame but not quite as lame as the people i live with. but whatever. it was company and free drinks.

finally a sunny ((but ridiculous texas-hot)) day so i could lay out in my underoos and get a tan. a beautiful thing.

work was... interesting... i definitely banked tonight. that was nice.

however, i was asked out by three different guys, and asked to join a three-some... two of the askings-outs were people i worked with. one was a table... and the threeway was a different table.

apparently fat is the new black??

and some crazy guy was stomping in the parking lot wearing flannel near my car, so i had to be walked to my car... creepy.

went to fry street with mike and michael ann. good times. played some darts. forgot my camera. but i finally played the ring-and-hook game at lou's and i got it 3/10. that's basically magical.

whatever.

i miss john.