today was waaaay eventful...

my camera was found in a car that was reported stolen four days after mine. it contains pictures of the car thieves ((plural being five)) doing blow in the back seat of my car. i get it back next week.

snowflake finally ate the cricket that wouldn't shutup.

i'm getting more money from my rental claim than i ever thought they'd offer. i will be paying off all of my credit card debt. fuck. yes.

i'm no longer worried about being able to afford my trips to san antonio and minnesota.

i saw rx's face. ((you're still pretty, hun, but OUCH!))

i didn't fall asleep during the movie, although i had every intention.

((just think, in ONE WEEK, you will get to see all of the pictures of everything that you never cared about))

but then i came home to a reminder that a definite end is probably in the near future, and we'll still never talk about it, but i know you'd rather have it done already.

((if you'd have only asked, and i'd have only known, i'd have moved to houston with you))

"thankful for reality"

those words echo in my head as i organize all of the information for my insurance agent and for the claims office and for my new rental claim and for the claims adjuster and for the total loss adjuster...

am i in minnesota yet?

but it makes me happy knowing that superbonbon is enjoying her life in god's country and hope that i can be half as well or at least content soon... it may even take me moving back to minneapolis. i actually might be okay with that now.

i did some online car shopping at jupiter house tonight over a mocha shake with peanut butter while texting awkward totalled car sexual inuendos... car shopping will never be as fun as when you are sixteen, but dick and fart jokes will always be funny.

tomorrow i'm going to attempt getting a notary public signature for a picture id without a picture id. wish me luck.

last night i wanted to go dive bar hopping in lake dallas. they have two or three bars but one was closed and i couldn't find the other one so homeboy and i just went to barflies. it was about as exciting as a dive bar can be.

there were a dozen overweight girls and one almost pretty one if she didn't have such shitty hair and clothes and their cowboy boyfriends that are probably actually schoolbus drivers or subway sandwich artists taking up the whole length of the bar when i arrived and they gave me that "you're not from here" stinkeye when i arrived.

i was okay with that because i was planning on speaking to the bartender only.

i was trying to out-mysterious this guy the whole time i was there by myself before homeboy showed up. he turned around to look at me once, so i think i won.



mengtar said:

i want to go to a rodeo.

homeboy said:

like shoedogging? or bullriding?

mengtar said:

i don't think i can talk to you for a minute.



the drinks were crazy strong and i was slightly drunklor after a couple double seven-sevens. we left for homeboys and i ((in all my grace and glory and predictability)) got pulled over... again... for having a headlight and a taillight out... again...

mengtar is BROKELOR!!!!!

i called ralph at royal tire: minnesota's largest commercial tire dealer today. he was little help in assuring me that my warranty was up by about 25k miles, but had the BEST minnesota accent. i can't believe i actually sound like that.

after i decided that having to buy new tires was a definite possibility, i pouted in my living room and rolled all around the house on my tire. it was pretty fun. i should get an extra one.



jeff at discount tire was MUCH more helpful.

jeff said:

hi, how are you doing? what can we do for you?

mengtar said:

((oh shit, a stranger is talking to me and i almost just fell on my ass because flip-flops have zero traction on this floor if it is even mildly damp or even humid and it has been raining all morning, QUICK, think of something to say)) i have a nail in my tire!

jeff said:

heh, alright. which tire is it?

mengtar said:

the one in the trunk. ((as if i would still be driving on it? i don't know))



i wasn't sure if i should just have the tire fixed or if i should just replace that tire or if i should i replace all of the tires. jeff and i took a look at the car and concluded that i should replace all of my tires since none of them even had enough tread to pass texas vehicle inspections. fucking state trying to take responsibility for our environment and vehicle safety. whatever.

he explained a couple of their products to me and i asked about one of their mid-priced tires...



jeff said:

that tire is actually out of stock.

mengtar said:

well how long would it take to order it?

jeff said:

((le sigh)) about three business days...

mengtar said:

well that's a good deal. let's do that.

jeff said:

((sigh del grande)) i tell you what... i'll give you these $90 tires for the price of the out of stock $65 tires and you can keep the 60k miles warranty.

mengtar said:

SOLD!

to get a good deal on tires, apparently you just need to request their out of stock items and be from the same state as your tire dealer.

also, jeff was from duluth.

this is my ass at 160. i had a whole spinach pizza and chocolate and peanut butter and caramel bar thing in celebration.



dear harrison ford,
you're not bruce willis.
love, mengtar



also, i went to five auto-parts stores to find 2 things to fix my headlight and taillight. i hate auto-parts store workers except the old guy at the mazda dealership because he told a bunch of people on the phone that i was pretty. i'm okay with that.

this month in the denton connection ((a legit denton newsletter)):

for father's day, they featured this dude on the cover...



and i freaked out because i thought it was this dude who i was photographed with back in july.



then i realized that policing and fire removal are in two different departments.

but this was there too.



legit.

mengtar said:

then he ever-so-slowly got out of the car all kinds of confused and said "what the fuck are you doing in addison?"

px said:

That's soooo hot, I can see why u pork him. he's quality.

also, i am now taking applications for attractive females in LA to join the team of none in px's love life.

in other news, everyone is either going to prison or overdosing on drugs. i guess it's time i pick up some habits or commit some felonies so we can still hang out.

i quit.

holy absolute day from hell.

i left travis' place this morning to get a speeding ticket whilst still in lake dallas. bitches. 45 in a 30. not okay. it doesn't even say how much it costs, but i'm sure it's going to be over a bill.

then while at work, i reached to get a tray jack and got a crazy-big splinter under my thumb nail. like... all the way under my thumbnail... all the way to the back.

fuck. me.

i was carrying bruschetta.

flori and i ran to the back to pull it out and i sat on the floor screaming "fuck balls" for about 45 seconds bleeding all over the floor and then went back to work. after working all day, i came home and removed the bandages to see that it didn't even leave a mark. holy disappointment! this shit better be swollen and purple tomorrow or i demand a refund.

i have a completely awesome halloween costume picked out. now i just have to work on becoming anorexic for the next month and a half so i can pull it off.

i was so excited about getting a mattress on tuesday that i locked my keys in the car. the car was running. i = dumb. but my mattress didn't get stolen or peed on. success! i cleaned my room to take pictures for my blog, but i put my camera away and now i can't find it. that is an absolute failure by definition.

kyle got his new TV. now we just need a high def box from verizon and we will be GOLDEN! ((stay tuned for wednesday's special edition of "we got our high def box from verizon and we are GOLDEN!))

other than the citation and taking a log to my finger, nothing extraordinarily horrible really happened other than me just having an overall bad attitude and being genuinely hateful. i'm over it. that's what beds are for.

45 in a 30? is that even a crime?!?!?

first, i realized that chips do not reheat well. then i realized that alfredo also doesn't reheat well. and fuck knows why, but lastly, i realized that this is a poor breakfast option.



don't tell mike, but i totally sit on the back of his couch all the time.

i was at jupiter house with pop-mike and travis the other night when some dude backed into a parking space ((which is ridiculous because it is angled street parking on a one-way)) in a pick-up truck with the bed filled with the most random red-neck shit like waterskis, fans ((both ceiling and oscilating)), unmatching lawn chairs, a dolly ((for moving everything, obviously)), it was great. an old crazy cowboyesque guy steps out of the truck and while walking into jupiter mutters, "fuck the police". i giggled. later he came out singing sunday bloody sunday.

wow.

my camera was in my car a half block away. how upsetting.



these are sarah's balls. yes, i noticed that it is in a dog dish. no, i do not know why. ask sarah.

saw balls of fury. very funny, but still not that great.

comedian ron white sounds exactly like my crazy uncle chuck. voice inflections. personality. mannerisms. nailed it. i'm still in awe.

also, travis isn't in jail. good job.

soo... sunday's show was alright, but good times were had.

a shallow grave was much better than expected. ((i was fully expecting them to blow ass, especially because they went on at 7.)) but i enjoyed it. they play very well together.

some piana chic was on next and blew more ass than i had expected a shallow grave to blow. wow. don't get me wrong, she had moments of great talent, but her performance quality sucked intensely.

just before leaving for kyle's to get some green on, i got another call from john. at least this time he only waited a week to call me? it was good to hear from him. still miss him.

came back, drank more. it was whatever.

i got a less-than-friendly 6am wake-up call from michael the next morning reminding me that i was supposed to bring him to the airport. fuck.

and he didn't buy me breakfast, smoke, or gas. he can fuck himself. i won't even pretend his racist jokes are funny anymore. fuck.

i don't really remember much else that has happened recently.

i went to bed extremely happy the other night. woke up even happier. then there were pancakes. that was a great day.

note to self: stop being shady.

also, apparently daniel has been arrested... again...

::sigh::

take care of your tickets, kids.

my right arm is covered in bug bites, bruises, burns and scratches. however, my left side is blank. i feel abstract.

the american league will have home field advantage at this years world series for the 10th consecutive year.

fucking right.

watched the game hella stoned at this dude's house that i work with. turns out he's fucking crazy. other dude i work with was telling me stories about how he's a crazy closet bisexual or something. i think he was trying to have a threeway with me and his obviously gay roommate. also, it was obvious that his roommate was the bitch of the relationship. i laughed.

then i got drunk at side bar. i got ditched for lou's when i hadn't finished my drink yet. drama was going down. i chilled on the street chatting it up with some cop. that was alright. his nametag said B. Davis. turns out his first name is ben.

hahaha. ben davis. whatever. it was cool.

then i ran into him with michael ann at the 7-eleven. we joked a bit. i think he was following me later and flashed his brights but didn't want to pull me over because he saw the minnesota plates and we had been talking about minnesota and i had my minnesota twinkies shirt on. it was cool.

i miss listening to his music. fuck prison.

MLB allstar game starts in 20 minutes. fuckin right.

later going to another work dude's place to watch the end of the game and apparently he's grilling steaks. i have a feeling he's kind of a slut. i haven't gotten any in a while ((okay, a week)) and really want to... but not with him.

i guess we'll see.

it's also weird because he looks a LOT like kennedy.

i just saw kennedy last night. whatever.

so when it originally went down, i was very suspicious of some kids i knew. marcus and taylor moseley. a few days later, marcus went to county for holding too much weed because of his dumb bitch girlfriend and the ridiculous amount of one-way streets. but seriously, read the signs dumb bitch.

however. taylor moseley has disappeared since the burning of the tomato. and what do you know. incriminating videos have surfaced. and he is a wanted man. oh, taylor...