well. i quit my job. apparently. luckilly i have the other job.
i also quit smoking. and hence i now wanna kill myself. seriously. each and everyone of you is invited to come over and beat the living shit out of me. it'll take the pain of loss away. ....dear dear nicotine....
i got new ink on thursday. it hurt like a bitch and it's not all finished yet. my tattoo artist is the nicest guy ever. really. i would have throttled my fuckin neck. but i guess that's why sean is a better person than i.
i also got to hang out with some of my bestest friendsin the world. yeah. one of them embarrassed the shit out of me. but whatever. i still love her.
i went on another horrible fuckin date this week. i don't know why i still bother. but whatever. at least they're horrible cunts that i stupidly agreed to go out with, and not that my mother agreed for me to go out with. if that makes any sense...
so. what to gleen from this here babbling piece:
**i'm fuckin stupid.
**i need some people (a minimum of about 6) to come beat the living shit out of me- if nothing else, if i'm hospitalized i'll figure out how to procure some morphine. and morphine makes me not want to smoke.
**boys blow goats for quarters. the boy i like doesn't like me. the boys that like me are the ickyness.
**i need a drink. like a big one.
but again. because i like to pry into the lives of those who aren't busy sucking at life...
what was the most painful spot you got tattooed?
what was your favorite job?
best suggested way to take revenge on a bastard company that half fired me for being concerned about my welfare? (it's a long story, but i can assure you that i'm not the asshole in this situation)
much love, sun block, and knives,
- tori -
i also quit smoking. and hence i now wanna kill myself. seriously. each and everyone of you is invited to come over and beat the living shit out of me. it'll take the pain of loss away. ....dear dear nicotine....
i got new ink on thursday. it hurt like a bitch and it's not all finished yet. my tattoo artist is the nicest guy ever. really. i would have throttled my fuckin neck. but i guess that's why sean is a better person than i.
i also got to hang out with some of my bestest friendsin the world. yeah. one of them embarrassed the shit out of me. but whatever. i still love her.
i went on another horrible fuckin date this week. i don't know why i still bother. but whatever. at least they're horrible cunts that i stupidly agreed to go out with, and not that my mother agreed for me to go out with. if that makes any sense...
so. what to gleen from this here babbling piece:
**i'm fuckin stupid.
**i need some people (a minimum of about 6) to come beat the living shit out of me- if nothing else, if i'm hospitalized i'll figure out how to procure some morphine. and morphine makes me not want to smoke.
**boys blow goats for quarters. the boy i like doesn't like me. the boys that like me are the ickyness.
**i need a drink. like a big one.
but again. because i like to pry into the lives of those who aren't busy sucking at life...
what was the most painful spot you got tattooed?
what was your favorite job?
best suggested way to take revenge on a bastard company that half fired me for being concerned about my welfare? (it's a long story, but i can assure you that i'm not the asshole in this situation)
much love, sun block, and knives,
- tori -
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what was piercing boy in the mental ward for? long distance is bullshit, unless you're head over heals retarded fucking stupid in love. how is he too nice? lots of boys and girls are dumb. neurosis is more common I think. almost everyone in my life is completely neurotic. I want to find someone thats consistent, even if they're cyclical. like my ex and I used to fight and make up all the time, but there was this constant intensity of emotion that I loved so much. now we're just blah. I can't teach you to knit, but I can teach you how to drive a jeep, how to play stickball, how to eat a burger the size of a baseball, and how to do a mean roy orbison impression.
if you come to that bar with me, I'll make sure tom gets you the good vodka. kittens eh? we'll avoid them.
you can babble all you want... brightens my day right the fuck up.
peace in the streets and little kids with broken feet.
anti-depressants are shitty. my ex was on SRI's (seratonin reuptake inhibitors for you kiddies at home) for a long time and it totally killed her sex drive. which I hated.
There are so many important things to learn about driving the last starfighter, and I will be glad to share them all with you. as long as we can listen to drexel. stickball is usually glorified ghetto baseball, but not when my friends play it. we call it chud... after the movie... whose director actually lives in the hometown of my best friend. (chud stands for cannibalistic humanoid underground dweller) we play on tennis courts with a full tennisball... its an artform.... I'll have to show you. and yes.. I'll give you the black eye with my roy orbison impression. I'll smash my air guitar right into that beautiful right eye of yours, taking care to not dislodge any piercings. Vegan eh? I'm not going there.
Birth doesn't scare me so much... neither does placenta. But I'm not going to bring any of it to show you or anything. I've never seen kittens being born though, might be a new experience. cat sex is scary enough what with those barbed penises and all.
its more like pure enjoyment than charity really. and I love the tards. I actually have spent a lot of time in institutions cause my aunt lived in one. kids with giant gauze mittens are my favorite.
you're the best.