tori

.this week has been one crazy clusterfuck.
i was reminded of why i dress like a disgruntled sack of potatoes. i had a job interview for some pool. i decided to dress all corporate-whore-esque due to the last place firing me because i "look like a junkie". so my entire day (interview and twelve hours of work) consisted of wierd old men trying to take me home with them, people honking their horns at me, and wierd people hitting on me. i really don't understand the whole honking thing. do they think that i'll fuck them in the backseat of their car if they honk? and what about the ones that honk whilst driving fifty miles per hour?
i was however in the background of some colin quin skit. they filmed it at the bar near work.. so in my pre work visit to the bar, i sat around for the skit.
i went to philly on friday. that was so surreal. i saw a ton of people that i haven't seen for about four years. i didn't recognize half of them at first. and half of them didn't recognize me. i kind of hope that's because of who i've become in the last few years and not because i was forgotten. i don't think i was forgotten; we all remembered each other once introductions were made... but i still worry. after walking a good way (30th and market to 45th and locust) we went and saw Erik Peterson aka Mischief Brew at Fiume (i love this bar). he's amazing. you should all check out his music. he's described as having a sound like johnny cash singing for the levellers or tom waits singing for the pogues. i think roll me through the gates of hell might just be one of my favorite songs. ever. it's beautiful. he played with Darren "Deicide" Kramer who also rocks. hence. if you ever get the chance to see either i would highly recommend it.
afterwards i walked for forever (45th and locust to south and 2nd) in the rain with a new drunken friend to meet up with a not so good person for coffee. the not so good guy was rather amusing. we actually got along on working class issues and what have you. but i still hate many of his views, which sadly transcend to a general hatred for him.
so i went back, finally, with my buddy (i have so much love for this kid at this point.. i really wished he didn't live so far away.. he's quite high up on my hell yeah list..) and stayed at the squat he lives at. it brought back a flood of longing memories of why i lived in squats in philly for so long. i need to get back to philly soon.
that morning (at this point i'm running at about 3 days with no sleep..) i met up with my mother and my cats. and then had to drive in circles around upper darby in search of a friend. we finally got back to nyc, at which point i fell the fuck asleep for 2039482039482 hours.
aside from that i just need to do 2329847293847875634678 hours of homework, find a place to live, find a job or two, do some other work, and figure out what the fuck is going on with my mess that i refer to as a life. i really wish i could just say fuck it and go back to being a squatter in philly.