tori

"if you're looking for sympathy, you'll find it in the dictionary between shit and syphallus."

have i ever told you how much money i make? how i just swim in it. lavish is often how we describe my lifestyle.
i drive an '88 integra. i love it. yeah. it looks like hell. it's rusting apart. but it's probably faster than your car. i've gotten over the fact that it doesn't weigh anything. yeah. i blow over on windy days. i don't have air bags. or cup holders. or antilock breaks- but i don't really miss those. but it's reliable. and fun. and i get around 35 miles to the gallon.
i also had a moon roof. had. it wasn't factory installed. it popped out and shattered while i was driving the other night. it was rad.
i now have a garbage bag duct taped to my roof, cause getting it fixed is stupid expensive. it would cost me $400 to weld a piece of sheet metal to the roof. fuck that.
i did a better job installing the garbage bag than the fucker who put the damn moon roof in.
my employee almost got arrested the other day. i supervise swimming pools. she opened the pump room and set off some alarm. ten cops showed up. she's puerto rican in a very white sucked and tucked type neighborhood. so. despite that she was in a lifeguard uniform cleaning the pool, they decided she was obviously stealing shit. they started talking about criminal trespassing and coming at her with handcuffs. it got worked out in the end, but it was not what i wanted to wake up to, hungover, on my day off.
the night prior i went to a bar in delaware to see the hudson falcons play. they were great, but some of the people there.... well. i'm surprised i didn't get in a fight. some tattoo artist (and i use the term artist as loosely as possible) with an ego that eclipses texas decided to tell me he doesn't like me. the best part? i wasn't talking to him. i don't know him. i've seen his work- and it is fucking terrible, but i've never spoken to him. i'm just sick of the egos. and the fakes. the same piece of shit is claiming to be a sharp. but he's not politically active. i started talking about the nsm, and he and his buddies had no clue what i was talking about.
i'm just saying. if you're going to have an ego that fucking big, back it up. do something with your life. i guess that's why they call it overcompensation.
i saw a movie last night. possibly the most depressing movie i've ever seen. about daniel johnston. i really can't say much else, other than ever since i saw it i've just been thinking about him. and sad. i feel like we should all band together and help him or something.
that's the majority of what i can remember from my week.
how was yours? how's your significant other/cat/child/poptart? great! did that rash finally clear up? oh. well i'm sorry to hear that. i, too, would have thought elephant piss would work.
i was thinking i should maybe do another set some day. if you know anyone for a special project in nyc, please let me know. or if you know things about law schools and lsats- particurally acceptable scores, please tell.
if you know anything else, please share that as well. i need knowledge. for reals. my job is making me stupid.