there has been one cricket chirping its head off for the past five days. he's the only one left from froggy-feast-5000 last thursday.
when he gets too annoying, i take out the stick ((his hiding place)) and get the frogs riled up enough to hop around him, but they don't seem to take any interest in this cricket as being food.
i don't think snowflake and wellingtonalso are hungry enough to eat him yet.
but i take pleasure in keeping him on his toes.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
so i was at yetanotherjx's place last night watching some quality slaughter films when tx called to shoot me an update...
rx has been in an accident.
((gasp))
he was on his bike.
((tears forming))
and he hit a curb.
((try not to laugh))
and he's in the hospital.
((wow))
broken rib, broken face, and probably concussed.
i'd like to imagine it looked sort of like this... but with more blood... and it wasn't at cool beans...
but the word this morning is that he's getting a metal plate in his face. that's hardcore, man.
congratulations, rx, you've out-badassed me.
rx has been in an accident.
((gasp))
he was on his bike.
((tears forming))
and he hit a curb.
((try not to laugh))
and he's in the hospital.
((wow))
broken rib, broken face, and probably concussed.
i'd like to imagine it looked sort of like this... but with more blood... and it wasn't at cool beans...
but the word this morning is that he's getting a metal plate in his face. that's hardcore, man.
congratulations, rx, you've out-badassed me.
Monday, June 30, 2008
dear homeboy,
thank you for continuing to be ultra-receptive to my bi-monthly apologies of being a stubborn, overreacting drunken bitch.
love, mengtar.
another night of sorts brought to you by the fantastically stubborn mind of drunklor mengtar. special note: the photos are not from last night and in no way correlate with the story. i will also have you know that it was not my camera and i have no idea to work the settings. get over yourself.
a great night was had at the boiler room in celebration of bballamike's birthday. i helped decorate the cake, and i also accepted free shots.
per usual, after too many drinks ((too few of them being whiskey)) i decided that i was angry ((for probably no reason)). if i am drunk and angry ((again, for probably no reason)), i also usually decide to direct my drunklor anger at homeboy. he's a good sport about it.
i knew that i couldn't drive my prettymobile home, but also refused to get a ride from homeboy. or anyone else, because those people were suggested by homeboy so i was mad ((for probably no reason)) at them by association.
therefore, i'm walking. i live about 4 miles from the square. i'm okay with this.
i start walking home and everyone is calling and texting and apparently made it into a huge ordeal. i pretty much stopped caring.
also, i was cute, but wasn't about to get raped. it looked like i had at least three concealed weapons.
i peed behind a bank. classy.
i angry-walked for a good hour or so with an exceptional level of sass. those hips were dangerous. it was around 3 that i realized that i had no idea where i was.
i got lost.
in denton.
i had been walking and turning, so sure i was homebound, but not stopping to think which way home was. i turned a corner and looked up to see a glowing refuge of familiarity. the wells fargo sign. wait... i'm still on the square!!!
i was defeated and sobering up. i walked back to my car and drove home.
but it doesn't end there. of course not.
homeboy calls to affirm my safety. i'm sober enough to drive, but i'm not sober enough to be rational. that doesn't come until the following afternoon... usually after a stop at jupiter house.
i got home around 4am and decided to discontinue our friendship... again. this usually happens about once a month... and lasts until the following afternoon... usually after a stop at jupiter house.
in true hangoverlor mengtar fashion, i stumbled up to jupiter house this afternoon. i was walking behind four old men and got some catcalls from big momma and little daddy as they drove by. they all turned around to look at me. "it's okay, they're gay." they were not amused.
the radio made me feel angry, so i held imaginary, yet ultra-cool conversations with myself in my car and spilled coffee down my shirt.
i'm the coolest person you know.
thank you for continuing to be ultra-receptive to my bi-monthly apologies of being a stubborn, overreacting drunken bitch.
love, mengtar.
another night of sorts brought to you by the fantastically stubborn mind of drunklor mengtar. special note: the photos are not from last night and in no way correlate with the story. i will also have you know that it was not my camera and i have no idea to work the settings. get over yourself.
a great night was had at the boiler room in celebration of bballamike's birthday. i helped decorate the cake, and i also accepted free shots.
per usual, after too many drinks ((too few of them being whiskey)) i decided that i was angry ((for probably no reason)). if i am drunk and angry ((again, for probably no reason)), i also usually decide to direct my drunklor anger at homeboy. he's a good sport about it.
i knew that i couldn't drive my prettymobile home, but also refused to get a ride from homeboy. or anyone else, because those people were suggested by homeboy so i was mad ((for probably no reason)) at them by association.
therefore, i'm walking. i live about 4 miles from the square. i'm okay with this.
i start walking home and everyone is calling and texting and apparently made it into a huge ordeal. i pretty much stopped caring.
also, i was cute, but wasn't about to get raped. it looked like i had at least three concealed weapons.
i peed behind a bank. classy.
i angry-walked for a good hour or so with an exceptional level of sass. those hips were dangerous. it was around 3 that i realized that i had no idea where i was.
i got lost.
in denton.
i had been walking and turning, so sure i was homebound, but not stopping to think which way home was. i turned a corner and looked up to see a glowing refuge of familiarity. the wells fargo sign. wait... i'm still on the square!!!
i was defeated and sobering up. i walked back to my car and drove home.
but it doesn't end there. of course not.
homeboy calls to affirm my safety. i'm sober enough to drive, but i'm not sober enough to be rational. that doesn't come until the following afternoon... usually after a stop at jupiter house.
i got home around 4am and decided to discontinue our friendship... again. this usually happens about once a month... and lasts until the following afternoon... usually after a stop at jupiter house.
in true hangoverlor mengtar fashion, i stumbled up to jupiter house this afternoon. i was walking behind four old men and got some catcalls from big momma and little daddy as they drove by. they all turned around to look at me. "it's okay, they're gay." they were not amused.
the radio made me feel angry, so i held imaginary, yet ultra-cool conversations with myself in my car and spilled coffee down my shirt.
i'm the coolest person you know.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
so after the last month of not paying attention to any dci scores, i finally took a look...
bd broke 80 and is leading in drums by over a half point.
madison is tied ((for last)) with troopers.
pacific crest is in the top twelve.
blue stars are in the top twelve, and a tenth above academy.
whatthefuck2008
bd broke 80 and is leading in drums by over a half point.
madison is tied ((for last)) with troopers.
pacific crest is in the top twelve.
blue stars are in the top twelve, and a tenth above academy.
whatthefuck2008
welcome, visitor 5,001. i appreciate your business.
so this new kid at the og has a metal band looking for a singer... and homeboy happens to be a singer looking for a metal band...
last night was said metal band's drummer's birthday party, so kid from work thought it would be a great opportunity to meet homeboy and kind of get a feel for his level of interest and whatnot. whatever, i just wanted to drink.
homeboy couldn't make it. i still wanted to drink.
luckily, i left work in a great mood and actually felt alright about venturing to a party where i only knew one person and knowing that i would have to talk to strangers.
i showed up at the party. kid from work was wearing a polo shirt. fuck. i hate polo shirts. mostly, i hate the type of people that wear polo shirts. his collar was not popped, so i didn't want to be too judgemental. i let it slide. it was for the best.
i met some really interesting people and they dug my shit, which means they understood that i was waay cooler than everyone else there.
made some friends, whatever.
no. not whatever. i was happy about it.
several hours later, homeboy showed up... in a polo shirt. ((what the fuck, was he trying to blow my cover?)) but he also does not pop his collar, so i let it slide again. but it turns out he has known all these kids that i've been chatting up all night since grade two.
i just can't have my own thing when this kid is around!! he has to win everyone over with his cuteness and personality and polo shirts. whatever.
after kid from work's party, we went to yetanotherjx's after party where he continued to talk shit about my polo-wearing-homeboy in a wickedly upsetting attempt to get me in bed. although the late-night text of "nice boobs. i want them" almost won me over...
also, i kicked ass in drunken bones. i do believe i'm undefeated... but i drink a lot.
i did not wake up sober.
so this new kid at the og has a metal band looking for a singer... and homeboy happens to be a singer looking for a metal band...
last night was said metal band's drummer's birthday party, so kid from work thought it would be a great opportunity to meet homeboy and kind of get a feel for his level of interest and whatnot. whatever, i just wanted to drink.
homeboy couldn't make it. i still wanted to drink.
luckily, i left work in a great mood and actually felt alright about venturing to a party where i only knew one person and knowing that i would have to talk to strangers.
i showed up at the party. kid from work was wearing a polo shirt. fuck. i hate polo shirts. mostly, i hate the type of people that wear polo shirts. his collar was not popped, so i didn't want to be too judgemental. i let it slide. it was for the best.
i met some really interesting people and they dug my shit, which means they understood that i was waay cooler than everyone else there.
made some friends, whatever.
no. not whatever. i was happy about it.
several hours later, homeboy showed up... in a polo shirt. ((what the fuck, was he trying to blow my cover?)) but he also does not pop his collar, so i let it slide again. but it turns out he has known all these kids that i've been chatting up all night since grade two.
i just can't have my own thing when this kid is around!! he has to win everyone over with his cuteness and personality and polo shirts. whatever.
after kid from work's party, we went to yetanotherjx's after party where he continued to talk shit about my polo-wearing-homeboy in a wickedly upsetting attempt to get me in bed. although the late-night text of "nice boobs. i want them" almost won me over...
also, i kicked ass in drunken bones. i do believe i'm undefeated... but i drink a lot.
i did not wake up sober.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
i took the focus back to the ford dealership per norm's request to get it re-inspected. ((and a full tank of gass))
upon my arrival, all of the 60-something car salesmen were standing around watching nascar highlights. woohoo. something in my faux-hawk and ultra-big sunglasses showed that i was not a nascar fan, and they offered to change the channel. there was a huge sigh of relief when i requested cnn.
clinton and obama were campaigning in unity, new hampshire. this triggered political debates between pro-obama faux-hawk yankee girl vs. near-retirement texan-republican car salesmen. mostly just the rise in taxes vs. the fall of the american dollar. oldschool republicans are so silly.
post-debate i stepped outside for a smoke and was joined by smirking norm, my car salesman. he admitted to being an obama fan. haha
we started talking about music. and as it turns out, he used to be a member of the marquettes. 70's surf music predating the beach boys.
he then continued to talk about other musicians in his family, including his nephew playing similar music out of chatanooga, tennessee. as a matter of fact, he was just in town several months ago, playing in denton...
BAND LE GRAND!
hot damn.
smallworldcentral5000.
upon my arrival, all of the 60-something car salesmen were standing around watching nascar highlights. woohoo. something in my faux-hawk and ultra-big sunglasses showed that i was not a nascar fan, and they offered to change the channel. there was a huge sigh of relief when i requested cnn.
clinton and obama were campaigning in unity, new hampshire. this triggered political debates between pro-obama faux-hawk yankee girl vs. near-retirement texan-republican car salesmen. mostly just the rise in taxes vs. the fall of the american dollar. oldschool republicans are so silly.
post-debate i stepped outside for a smoke and was joined by smirking norm, my car salesman. he admitted to being an obama fan. haha
we started talking about music. and as it turns out, he used to be a member of the marquettes. 70's surf music predating the beach boys.
he then continued to talk about other musicians in his family, including his nephew playing similar music out of chatanooga, tennessee. as a matter of fact, he was just in town several months ago, playing in denton...
BAND LE GRAND!
hot damn.
smallworldcentral5000.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
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.
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.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
i'm at jupiter house and i sat next to someone ((wtf)) and i picked the right person because he has a copy of half asleep in frog pajamas by tom robbins sitting next to him.
mengtar + tom robbins 4 ever ((written inside a heart on the bathroom wall of your elementary school))
onto bigger things... i have a car.
the final call was made on a 2007 ford focus. 33k miles. beige. warranty. financed.
i'm just glad it's over.
bwahahahaha, i miss my friends. but at least they're dealing with bigger idiots than me...
i got the call from the insurance company this morning wanting to settle for my car... for $2700. uhh... holy insult central!
dadx and i crunched some numbers and said we wanted $4225.
they countered with $4040. they didn't stand a chance.
tomorrow morning i will hear from them again about how much i will receive for my personal belongings taken from the vehicle. i'm hoping for another 500 at LEAST.
also, i found a possum... if only i had my own camera to photograph it... whatevs. whenever i get one there will be a million pictures of naked mengtars in and around her car... one. million.
mengtar + tom robbins 4 ever ((written inside a heart on the bathroom wall of your elementary school))
onto bigger things... i have a car.
the final call was made on a 2007 ford focus. 33k miles. beige. warranty. financed.
i'm just glad it's over.
bwahahahaha, i miss my friends. but at least they're dealing with bigger idiots than me...
i got the call from the insurance company this morning wanting to settle for my car... for $2700. uhh... holy insult central!
dadx and i crunched some numbers and said we wanted $4225.
they countered with $4040. they didn't stand a chance.
tomorrow morning i will hear from them again about how much i will receive for my personal belongings taken from the vehicle. i'm hoping for another 500 at LEAST.
also, i found a possum... if only i had my own camera to photograph it... whatevs. whenever i get one there will be a million pictures of naked mengtars in and around her car... one. million.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
car shopping went well today.
details later. but...
ugh!!! i hate periods.
i'm already fat, but now i have to retain 80 gallons of water and feel ultra-bloated-shitty and also be a beluga whale?
also, don't even think about commenting about how beluga whales don't necessarily retain water per se but it actually just flows quite freely through their porous skin...
fuck yourself i hate you and i will shove my bloody tampons down your throat!!!
details later. but...
ugh!!! i hate periods.
i'm already fat, but now i have to retain 80 gallons of water and feel ultra-bloated-shitty and also be a beluga whale?
also, don't even think about commenting about how beluga whales don't necessarily retain water per se but it actually just flows quite freely through their porous skin...
fuck yourself i hate you and i will shove my bloody tampons down your throat!!!
Saturday, June 21, 2008
after too many cups of waffle house coffee with dadx, i am wired at 3am...
i listened to my voicemail and stumbled upon this jewel from drunklor buctrose:
mengtar, really this fucker is playing promark right now and i asked him what the little stripes meant and he didn't know. the solid gold and the not so solid gold... he didn't know what that meant. the kid had decent singles but... i called him a bitch. and he won't even fucking answer. he didn't know what his drums meant! he's... honestly.... he's honestly, he's blind with promark and he didn't even know what it meant. i almost hit him. i played on his drumset for a little while and out-shined him. it felt right. and i took my shirt off so buctrose was definitely represented over him. honestly, you need to answer your phone this instant. period. period.
((period))
i listened to my voicemail and stumbled upon this jewel from drunklor buctrose:
mengtar, really this fucker is playing promark right now and i asked him what the little stripes meant and he didn't know. the solid gold and the not so solid gold... he didn't know what that meant. the kid had decent singles but... i called him a bitch. and he won't even fucking answer. he didn't know what his drums meant! he's... honestly.... he's honestly, he's blind with promark and he didn't even know what it meant. i almost hit him. i played on his drumset for a little while and out-shined him. it felt right. and i took my shirt off so buctrose was definitely represented over him. honestly, you need to answer your phone this instant. period. period.
((period))
Friday, June 20, 2008
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