it began so hopeful, but this is the night of the infuriated mengtar.

chilled with mike-the-man-of-all-that-is-awesome and randall at jupiter for a good 4 hoursish. watched TGTTM bear traps. jb's trap shop. trap house, kyle speaking. it's your mayoooor!!! hello. hello mr. mayor. i laugh.



also, i do origami.

anywhat, as we prepared our departure, tara-the-slut pulled up with her apparently-not lesbian lover? i can't keep track of people. whatever. but her everything makes me angry. and she started talking which made my everything hurt. then she dropped the jx-word and i shut her off for the rest of the two hours it felt like but was probably actually twenty minutes that we were in her presence. i left angry with the only remaining brilliance of the evening being my ability to blog about it and sleep in my bed of amazingness.



also, i listened to bob dylan's modern times album. but even that was upsetting for more jx reasons.

i often finding myself wondering how it would feel to completely fuck somebody's world. i thought i was done with this?



balls to you, sir.

for some reason this last week without sex is KILLING me. daniel and i were discussing it. since when did boys STOP putting out?!?!? i used to be such a rare and appreciated commodity. seriously now. especially since i've now realized that the one dude i was really excited about fucking is completely uninterested. whatever. at least i got a free movie out of it?

daniel and tara the slut are fighting now which makes me slightly happy. not the part where i have to listen to all of her idoicy, but the part where i hate her.

is interblags a word? no? just checking.

also: ben kaufman. holy shit.

i got home from work and snowflake was chilling in the crevice between the top of his aquarium and the underneathness of the ajar cover. i removed the cover to prevent future squish-age. he chilled on top of the aquarium, i forgot about him, went out to dinner with the roommates ((minus michael, plus justin)), came home, forgot about him, left for jupiter, forgot about him, got to jupiter... SHIT! called kyle, the situation was remedied.

daniel is refusing to cut my hair until i make him goulash because he misses those "good minnesotan eats".

i shared my gramma's potica with him. he was amazed, but it wasn't goulash. whatever. you can only feel so bad for someone who has sex with more straight boys than i do. seriously now.

we were sitting at jupiter and moo-bell ((not her real name)) gave dan and i ten loaves of artisan bread. i do not know why.

also, daniel's roommate ((tara, maybe??)) is trying to convince me to get a job at the tittie bar she works in. not as a dancer ((obviously)) but just to work the door. apparently they make out with some decent money also.

i didn't make enough money at the olive garden to even fill my gas tank. and i was a lunch closer! fuck. this afternoon i was even considering another graveyard shift convenience store gig.

at this rate of poverty, i will have a mattress around... never. yep.

although i got a weird feeling that tara was the girl that he slept with on that one tuesday... the one where i had an anxiety attack and passed out at petco and went over to his apartment and he was all standoffish... whatever. that makes me dislike her, but still have a burning desire to work the door at her tittie bar.

one of my favorite minneapolis bands ever, Skywind, turned into Skywynd a few years ago, and has recently turned into Crash Anthem. ::sigh::

also, i'm pretty sure i need a flight suit. airforce style. yes. yes i do.

work on that.