one day i will get a camera and show pictures of my amazing car and exceptionally cute hair.
until then...
so last night was pumpkin head's last night in texas. hit up hooligans ((where i still can't drink until i get my ID back... bitches)) and then to andy's to watch bballamike sing. he did a great job until some drunk non-friend decided to try singing with him. i'd have taken a great video of non-friend trying to sing and knowing he wasn't good so he turned the microphone away during all of the high barely in range screamy parts. also, he was bad.
i tried to find my pumpkin afterwards but he had left for ihop. i had every intention of joining him, but ran into the original ax and was swept away by the idea of another round of ((free)) drinks at boiler room.
the original ax said:
so are do you want to come over tonight?
mengtar said:
no, i have to go home.
the original ax said:
come on, you know you want this...
mengtar said:
well... my crotch is still exploding. ((lie))
the original ax said:
i have a shower.
mengtar said:
ew. ((not a lie))
meanwhile, homeboy is standing three feet away. it's always pretty awkward being propositioned for sex when i'm out with him.
i had to give him a ride home because he was too drunklor, where he continued to try touching me and taking out his weewee for me to touch. i managed to decline.
we also ran into my bff, but she un-facebook friended me, so i didn't feel the need to say hi or try to out-fake-nice her.
it's art-fusion night at rubber gloves again. i'm supposed to be joining rx and tx, but just realized this afternoon that i won't be able to get in without my id. fuck this shit.
it's time for rum.
Showing posts with label the original ax. Show all posts
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Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Sunday, March 02, 2008
mengtar loves narcissists.
not in an ooo yeah, oh baby oh baby way... but in more of an i could chill with that mofo because they're practically bballa sort of way.
it's whatever.
by onepm i had realized that my whole day from the beginning was a bad idea. a new game was played at work. last cup didn't stand a chance to our new game of get sick and go home early game. the only stipulation was that you had to get sick by drinking WAY too much decaffeineted coffee.
fuck decaf.
i drank too much shitty coffee and was soo close to vomiting my very being all over the og. whatever. i banked and got over it.
legit.
((special note on bad idea from the beginning exceptions: morning sex and pre-work starbucks were great ideas. that is all.))
received a text message from the original ax informing me that ray davis and pocket full of blues was playing up at his bar, texas 8ball, tonight. and that they are "way badass"
i made a cameo. ((special note: any bar appearance lasting under an hour and a half is known as a cameo... starting now))
i enjoyed them. not as bluesy or jazzy or mellow as their name made them appear, but apparently i shouldn't name bands. it fit. they grooved like mofos and i thoroughly enjoyed myself. homeboy was not a fan.
((special note: homeboy pays dumb bitches to wipe their assholes...wow... just wow.))
iwrite music homeboy hates. homeboy equals hater... starting... NOW!
i'll blog the rest of my bar napking later. it's bedtime.
ps, bx says hi.
not in an ooo yeah, oh baby oh baby way... but in more of an i could chill with that mofo because they're practically bballa sort of way.
it's whatever.
by onepm i had realized that my whole day from the beginning was a bad idea. a new game was played at work. last cup didn't stand a chance to our new game of get sick and go home early game. the only stipulation was that you had to get sick by drinking WAY too much decaffeineted coffee.
fuck decaf.
i drank too much shitty coffee and was soo close to vomiting my very being all over the og. whatever. i banked and got over it.
legit.
((special note on bad idea from the beginning exceptions: morning sex and pre-work starbucks were great ideas. that is all.))
received a text message from the original ax informing me that ray davis and pocket full of blues was playing up at his bar, texas 8ball, tonight. and that they are "way badass"
i made a cameo. ((special note: any bar appearance lasting under an hour and a half is known as a cameo... starting now))
i enjoyed them. not as bluesy or jazzy or mellow as their name made them appear, but apparently i shouldn't name bands. it fit. they grooved like mofos and i thoroughly enjoyed myself. homeboy was not a fan.
((special note: homeboy pays dumb bitches to wipe their assholes...wow... just wow.))
iwrite music homeboy hates. homeboy equals hater... starting... NOW!
i'll blog the rest of my bar napking later. it's bedtime.
ps, bx says hi.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
what has mengtar been up to... nothing good, i assume.
i'm still having wet dreams over larger-than-life guitar hero. that's where you play it on a giant projection screen ((fifteen feet or so)) so your video-game character is actually larger than your being. ((ego not included)) but things haven't been the same since that night. and i'm having fun with it for now, but i'd be lying if i said i wasn't waiting for you to snap out of it.
my new favorite place to hang out has officially turned into the texas 8 ball. especially because i won my first game against homeboy last night... which means that we actually might stop hanging out there altogether to parallel the fact that after beating him once in both darts and bowling ((anything else i'm forgetting?? awesomeness perhaps?)) we have ceased participation in said activities. balls to you, sir.
new years was fun. i wasn't allowed to get as schwasted as i had hoped, as i had to work at 6am, but i still had a good time. i caught the end of the hickory street hellraisers' gig at banter. but was in time to listen to them sing ((poorly)) the 20-minute version of auld lang syne. apparently that song has a thousand verses. i giggled every time.
post-banter i grabbed a drink with bballa and co. at t8b and talked a bit with the original ax who is still trying to fuck me, but for some reason i'm hesitant. maybe it's because of l-t-lGH3 night. maybe it's because i don't like being choked.
we went again last night and before we left he gave me a hug and asked if i could come over after he was done closing down the bar. i told him that i was going to play some gh at homeboys place. in response, he slides one hand down my pants and runs the other hand through my hair, pulls it back and bites my neck. pretty hot, but not convincing enough. ((sorry))
partied later down in argyle or justin or something with homeboy's friends. had a lot more fun than i thought ((low expectations again)) because i remembered a few of them and more than a few of them remembered me. "hey, it's the yankee girl!" also, my pumas matched my shirt and belt and i felt i was dressed appropriately. ((thanks, cx!))
this was our first rock band injury. poor kx...
bx is at 40. how am i losing to a guy that wears a sweatshirt with cut-off sleeves?!? seriously! i mean... my hair is soo much cuter than his AND i have a blog! i should be dick central.
merry xmas to me on FRIDAY! my presents should be arriving via ups. ((but fuck ups because i'm still bitter about the yamaha incident of 2004... even though it was pretty badass))
also, this is my first new years resolution ever. and it's going to be badass and i hate you for being condescending about it. ((balls excited!)) if a mengtar is in a room by herself with no pants and messy hair, she probably just got done masturbating. you heard it here first.
i'm still having wet dreams over larger-than-life guitar hero. that's where you play it on a giant projection screen ((fifteen feet or so)) so your video-game character is actually larger than your being. ((ego not included)) but things haven't been the same since that night. and i'm having fun with it for now, but i'd be lying if i said i wasn't waiting for you to snap out of it.
my new favorite place to hang out has officially turned into the texas 8 ball. especially because i won my first game against homeboy last night... which means that we actually might stop hanging out there altogether to parallel the fact that after beating him once in both darts and bowling ((anything else i'm forgetting?? awesomeness perhaps?)) we have ceased participation in said activities. balls to you, sir.
new years was fun. i wasn't allowed to get as schwasted as i had hoped, as i had to work at 6am, but i still had a good time. i caught the end of the hickory street hellraisers' gig at banter. but was in time to listen to them sing ((poorly)) the 20-minute version of auld lang syne. apparently that song has a thousand verses. i giggled every time.
post-banter i grabbed a drink with bballa and co. at t8b and talked a bit with the original ax who is still trying to fuck me, but for some reason i'm hesitant. maybe it's because of l-t-lGH3 night. maybe it's because i don't like being choked.
we went again last night and before we left he gave me a hug and asked if i could come over after he was done closing down the bar. i told him that i was going to play some gh at homeboys place. in response, he slides one hand down my pants and runs the other hand through my hair, pulls it back and bites my neck. pretty hot, but not convincing enough. ((sorry))
partied later down in argyle or justin or something with homeboy's friends. had a lot more fun than i thought ((low expectations again)) because i remembered a few of them and more than a few of them remembered me. "hey, it's the yankee girl!" also, my pumas matched my shirt and belt and i felt i was dressed appropriately. ((thanks, cx!))
this was our first rock band injury. poor kx...
bx is at 40. how am i losing to a guy that wears a sweatshirt with cut-off sleeves?!? seriously! i mean... my hair is soo much cuter than his AND i have a blog! i should be dick central.
merry xmas to me on FRIDAY! my presents should be arriving via ups. ((but fuck ups because i'm still bitter about the yamaha incident of 2004... even though it was pretty badass))
also, this is my first new years resolution ever. and it's going to be badass and i hate you for being condescending about it. ((balls excited!)) if a mengtar is in a room by herself with no pants and messy hair, she probably just got done masturbating. you heard it here first.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
wow... commenters are so funny. and original. also, you're not invited to my birthday party.
xmas went well. i was feeling less than festive because i had started and finished a bottle of merlot while doing some holiday baking and painting the night before... THEN went to cool beans for beer and shots and to play darts with best friend. also, i apparently met another jx who texted me after i left asking if we could "hook up" that night. i didn't even remember responding. good thing. upon my bar arrival i ran into a girl from holiday inn and a couple old movie tavern people. it was good catching up with that crew.
update: the new jx just texted me asking if i had a myspace... some people just got no game.
i played fight night round 3 on 360 with some work dudes. we had a few drinks and got wicked-high. ax was over-complimenting and kx was creepy-party-dude the whole night. later i realized that it wasn't because they were so high, but because they wanted to get me into a threeway with the snake. i might have been willing. kx has a 60 lb boa that is incredibly badass. i carried him around for a while... then i lost circulation in my arm and he started breathing heavily on my neck... done and done.
and the coming out of the woodwork award goes to.... sxrx!! glad you're well. good to hear from you. for the unaware, sxrx is a fellow rice-kid and a percussionist. he stole a marimba from st. cloud state university once. but he got caught. one day the cops showed up and his dad called me and asked if i knew where he got the marimba and i got all nervous and shifty and was all "uh... i don't know". apparently when he went to court, he just had to give it back and write a letter of apology to terry vermillion. i like his name so i will use it. i imagine the letter sounding like this:
dear terry vermillion,
i'm sorry i stole your marimba.
love, sxrx.
homeboy and i saw sweeny todd last night. AMAZING!!! i don't remember smiling so much during a movie... wait... yes i do... i'm not there... damn... but it was still amazing! great performances, amazing music. AND jxeightyfiveorwhatever was there with his crazymx so i had to do some ninja vanish moves until we left the theater. there were a couple close calls. i mean, god forbid i would have to actually SOCIALIZE!!! ((gasp!!)) i'm a complete dork and loser yet soo much cooler than anyone you've ever met.
this is what i look like when i'm dressed for success.
after the movie, we finally got over to ax's new bar, the texas eight ball. we shot some pool and drank some beer with the company of the original ax. also, he covered our tab. i might have to go back to fucking him if he keeps that up...
apparently cx moved out. huh.
i don't remember getting THAT drunk last night... but i know i woke up with no panties... this isn't supposed to sound insulting or mean that i don't like sleeping with you, but i have no idea if i had sex last night.
xmas went well. i was feeling less than festive because i had started and finished a bottle of merlot while doing some holiday baking and painting the night before... THEN went to cool beans for beer and shots and to play darts with best friend. also, i apparently met another jx who texted me after i left asking if we could "hook up" that night. i didn't even remember responding. good thing. upon my bar arrival i ran into a girl from holiday inn and a couple old movie tavern people. it was good catching up with that crew.
update: the new jx just texted me asking if i had a myspace... some people just got no game.
i played fight night round 3 on 360 with some work dudes. we had a few drinks and got wicked-high. ax was over-complimenting and kx was creepy-party-dude the whole night. later i realized that it wasn't because they were so high, but because they wanted to get me into a threeway with the snake. i might have been willing. kx has a 60 lb boa that is incredibly badass. i carried him around for a while... then i lost circulation in my arm and he started breathing heavily on my neck... done and done.
and the coming out of the woodwork award goes to.... sxrx!! glad you're well. good to hear from you. for the unaware, sxrx is a fellow rice-kid and a percussionist. he stole a marimba from st. cloud state university once. but he got caught. one day the cops showed up and his dad called me and asked if i knew where he got the marimba and i got all nervous and shifty and was all "uh... i don't know". apparently when he went to court, he just had to give it back and write a letter of apology to terry vermillion. i like his name so i will use it. i imagine the letter sounding like this:
dear terry vermillion,
i'm sorry i stole your marimba.
love, sxrx.
homeboy and i saw sweeny todd last night. AMAZING!!! i don't remember smiling so much during a movie... wait... yes i do... i'm not there... damn... but it was still amazing! great performances, amazing music. AND jxeightyfiveorwhatever was there with his crazymx so i had to do some ninja vanish moves until we left the theater. there were a couple close calls. i mean, god forbid i would have to actually SOCIALIZE!!! ((gasp!!)) i'm a complete dork and loser yet soo much cooler than anyone you've ever met.
this is what i look like when i'm dressed for success.
after the movie, we finally got over to ax's new bar, the texas eight ball. we shot some pool and drank some beer with the company of the original ax. also, he covered our tab. i might have to go back to fucking him if he keeps that up...
apparently cx moved out. huh.
i don't remember getting THAT drunk last night... but i know i woke up with no panties... this isn't supposed to sound insulting or mean that i don't like sleeping with you, but i have no idea if i had sex last night.
Friday, September 21, 2007
hopefully this will be the most difficult task of the day...
bringing my laundry to my room.
stipulations:
it's the whites - small easily dropped socks, washcloths and unmentionables.
it's upstairs.
there are boxes on the stairs.
the roommates are home.
i'm wearing a towel.
i failed miserably.
also, come check out adam playing with the barbacks ((still funny to me)) tonight at hooligans.
bringing my laundry to my room.
stipulations:
it's the whites - small easily dropped socks, washcloths and unmentionables.
it's upstairs.
there are boxes on the stairs.
the roommates are home.
i'm wearing a towel.
i failed miserably.
also, come check out adam playing with the barbacks ((still funny to me)) tonight at hooligans.
sweird night.
brought cathy up to jupiter to hang out. rolled with the homies.
it will never fail that after i make plans, other people will call and try to make plans on top of previously mentioned plans. jason was on his way to hooligans. if someone calls and is going to hang out fucking next-door to where you are, you HAVE to go get a drink. plus, he's fucking cool.
then adam calls. gig with the barbacks ((hahaha)) tomorrow and saturday night. i'll try to make both.
also, homeboy is going to need to be put in his place pretty soon or we're going to have to stop hanging out all together. apparently i'm just a phase.
went to lou's with the previously mentioned homeboy. this dude approaches me and does the whole awkward head-tilt finger pointing say your name like it's a question. he has a nice shirt. i have no idea who this person is. apparently he's casey, the dude i was going to get those video games from off facebook marketplace. holy-immediately-awkward-5000! i'm already an awkward person. please don't approach me in public. if i have little to say to my friends, i have nothing to say to you. casey, you're cool, but you're not special. you are not the exception.
brought cathy up to jupiter to hang out. rolled with the homies.
it will never fail that after i make plans, other people will call and try to make plans on top of previously mentioned plans. jason was on his way to hooligans. if someone calls and is going to hang out fucking next-door to where you are, you HAVE to go get a drink. plus, he's fucking cool.
then adam calls. gig with the barbacks ((hahaha)) tomorrow and saturday night. i'll try to make both.
also, homeboy is going to need to be put in his place pretty soon or we're going to have to stop hanging out all together. apparently i'm just a phase.
went to lou's with the previously mentioned homeboy. this dude approaches me and does the whole awkward head-tilt finger pointing say your name like it's a question. he has a nice shirt. i have no idea who this person is. apparently he's casey, the dude i was going to get those video games from off facebook marketplace. holy-immediately-awkward-5000! i'm already an awkward person. please don't approach me in public. if i have little to say to my friends, i have nothing to say to you. casey, you're cool, but you're not special. you are not the exception.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Thursday, July 05, 2007
happy 4th i guess.
watched the saddest fireworks display ever. everything is bigger in texas, except on national holidays...
came home. dan called.
dan says:
hey, i just got out of the hospital...
mengtar says:
WHAT?!?!?!?
dan says:
no, my brother is having a baby.
mengtar says:
uh.... what?
dan says:
his wife.
mengtar says:
ohh...
we chilled at jupiter. some ridiculous hipster punks sat at the table next to us but were to arrogant to talk to us until a crazy possibly slightly mentally challenged guy came over talking about how he wants to start a punk/metal band. they were giving him a ridiculous hard time. but then he kept talking. here are some dumb things:
kind of like green day. i mean, they made punk mainstream...
i kind of want to go to LA. it's so big. have you ever seen it on a map? it's so big! do you have a map?
people in compton are mean. i read the Times. 14 year olds get shot there every day. if i went to compton and people were mean, i would just leave.
that was almost my only entertainment of the night.
but then chong showed up. he disappeared in January after he went crazy in someone's closet or something. but he kept trying to drink with me at hooligans. eventually i stopped by. i had an itch on my foot so i scratched it with the sandal on my other foot. apparantly that foot was rubbing on his foot so he tried playing footsie for a good half hour as he was making me drink beer. that escalated to him rubbing my leg and me pushing him away and then insisting that i receive a back massage. eventually adam walked in the door and i gave him a look. he put his ear to my mouth and i said "please save me" to which he replied "do you like shots do you want to do a shot let's do a shot"
it was cool because it was one sentence just like that.
AND i got a free shot out of it! haha. but then he mildly hit on me but it could have been part of the act which i was more than okay with, because he was FAR better than chong.
then he escorted me out the door and gave me a well-deserved kiss on the cheek. it was a good time...
not really. i miss john.
watched the saddest fireworks display ever. everything is bigger in texas, except on national holidays...
came home. dan called.
dan says:
hey, i just got out of the hospital...
mengtar says:
WHAT?!?!?!?
dan says:
no, my brother is having a baby.
mengtar says:
uh.... what?
dan says:
his wife.
mengtar says:
ohh...
we chilled at jupiter. some ridiculous hipster punks sat at the table next to us but were to arrogant to talk to us until a crazy possibly slightly mentally challenged guy came over talking about how he wants to start a punk/metal band. they were giving him a ridiculous hard time. but then he kept talking. here are some dumb things:
kind of like green day. i mean, they made punk mainstream...
i kind of want to go to LA. it's so big. have you ever seen it on a map? it's so big! do you have a map?
people in compton are mean. i read the Times. 14 year olds get shot there every day. if i went to compton and people were mean, i would just leave.
that was almost my only entertainment of the night.
but then chong showed up. he disappeared in January after he went crazy in someone's closet or something. but he kept trying to drink with me at hooligans. eventually i stopped by. i had an itch on my foot so i scratched it with the sandal on my other foot. apparantly that foot was rubbing on his foot so he tried playing footsie for a good half hour as he was making me drink beer. that escalated to him rubbing my leg and me pushing him away and then insisting that i receive a back massage. eventually adam walked in the door and i gave him a look. he put his ear to my mouth and i said "please save me" to which he replied "do you like shots do you want to do a shot let's do a shot"
it was cool because it was one sentence just like that.
AND i got a free shot out of it! haha. but then he mildly hit on me but it could have been part of the act which i was more than okay with, because he was FAR better than chong.
then he escorted me out the door and gave me a well-deserved kiss on the cheek. it was a good time...
not really. i miss john.
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