i'm not sure which is harder, maintaining quality friendships that don't quite fit, or taking trips requiring a ride to the airport.



or maybe obtaining air conditioning into the upstairs bedroom of your 1960's house in a texas-august.



le sigh...



despite the stressors of friends bailing for airport rides ((again)) and doggie-care for the duration of my trek to the mother-land, it is still haircut day. and hair cut day was definitely a success.



i need a new screening process for people i willingly spend time with on a near-daily basis.



but what are friendships beyond excessive reliability and a handful of one-liner inside jokes?



not that i'm one to talk. i like to blame it on past experiences, but i'm really just a shady person.

i will ignore your calls.

i won't return your text messages.



i will bail on your parties... even if they're at my house.

i will fuck your boyfriend.

i will steal your drugs.

let's not even talk about guitars.

i rarely grow sick of denton and never get homesick... until that plane ticket is in my hand... and i realize that my airport ride isn't going to show...

despite the strength of any friendships.

it all comes down to...

the airplane ride.



((i hate airplane rides))

UGH!!! twitter won't even work from my phone right now and i have no idea what to do with myself!

in important news: today is haircut day. a very important day. the thought of this day has been the forefront of my mind for months. and it has finally arrived. t minus 3.5 hours to being mop-head free.



and check out those massive bags under my eyes. morning, sunshine! funny seeing you at this hour.

you're welcome.

last night, the locks on our house stopped working... well, more the keys than the locks...

so now i'm sitting in my unlocked and open house watching larry king interview a former member of the manson family...

alonealonealone

8/22 yahoo! crossword: 51. across: central minnesota city on the missippi: STCLOUD.

holla!



also, i have a pool table and a hairless rat... how do you like me now!??

fuck. i went to a party. i gave some drunks a ride home. i made out with a dude on the balcony while his girlfriend was asleep just inside the door. i'm not sure what happened after that, but it's six am and i have a guitar and i'm hungry.

do i learn to play it or sell it for food?

step back in time with me:




((vogue))




cx out-accessorized me by at least 5.



if we were in a fight on facebook's sorority life, she would have won, dealt critical attacks, and taken $8000. what a bitch.



i went to karaoke instead of watching cx walk out of the bar nekkid. now who's the bitch?



is that an authentic barack obama commemorative plate?



yes, yes it is.







poor marley had his balls chopped off.



and now we bring you my "dear diary" awkward and embarrassing moments. lucky you.



i've had a crush on a particular door guy for... about a year. and while i frequent his bar, our conversations were limited to music, general rocking, and the occasional drunken hug. also, he was there when my dad read me the night before christmas last christmas eve. more random than awkward.



he called and we hung out last week and i basically fell in love with him... which doesn't say much, as i could fall in love every day if i only had the time. then comes my epic downfall... as a complete bitch and an internet junkie, i need to update my twitter with a pros/cons list about the events of the evening... but instead of texting it twitter, it was sent directly to him...



dear seventeen magazine,
i was soo embarrassed!
love, mengtar



but he still calls a week later to tell me that his band is playing the next night. band was great, except for the whole his-drummer-is-my-ex-fiance thing... that was awkward. i found some old friends and we all hid downstairs.



i won't be hearing from him in... umm... ever.




this is our "is that a pecan tree?" pose. are you buying it?






ART FUSION! this is shep as a van gogh!



meet jx.



jx is a regular at rubber gloves and usually needs a ride home by the time the night is done. he used to be a pro-skater, but then he went crazy.



now he is OCD and will only wear red shoes... vans to be precise.





he gave me a tour of his house, and walked around telling crazy stories, none of which i remember. he probably thought i was just as insane running around his house asking about different paintings and trinkets and snapping ten thousand photos. i'm over it.




he had a million music devices. i never really asked if he played any of them or if they were just there...



or if he records or whatever.



i'm over it.




i felt like we should have been listening to old time radio. feel-good public addresses by fdr.



i like throwing peace signs in every photo i take... i'm not sure it's really working for me though.



i don't remember his dog's name, but it had something to do with star wars... jx continually referred to him as being the only black man in the universe... but i don't remember any black people in star wars. told ya, crazy.



i'm over that too.



adieu.