tori

so i've been thinking. it's not good. i need a drink. like a really fuckin big drink.
well. where to begin.
i just found out that my ex is engaged to my friends sister. it wierds me the fuck out. i mean, yeah it sucks. but goddamn. he's the third boy out of the last four or five to be engaged. it's kinda fuckin creepy. like what the fuck is it about me that when i break up with someone they're find themselves engaged within the next six months to someone they've known for about four months? it's not that i want to be married. cause i don't. it just wierds me the fuck out for soem reason or another. like eek, there goes my back up sex.
i finally got my ronald reagan rots in hell button. it makes my heart do wierd arythmia type things. you can get your very own right here.
i found out this week that there are more hogs in north carolina than people. apparently it's a big problem. they're shitting out about half a ton of waste every second. they've tried depositing it all underground, but it's seeping into the water supply. so what do you do with all that shit? you see... it all ties into my great political theorem:
so. the united states keeps bombing other countries. yeah. it sucks. but i don't think that it's going to end any time soon. so. what does the united states have an overabundance of? garbage! methinks, the next time the united states goes to bomb some country that they should just dump trash. it shouldn't kill as many people. which is a plus. with the way people throw food away, we could then feed these starving nations that the government insists upon bombing. and i tihnk this may be an option for all that shit in north carolina.
i've been hanging out with my ex. it's wierd. he was the first boy who dumped me. i enjoy telling that to people when i introduce him. it makes him cranky
i'm thinking about becoming a non-religious nun. i went on another absolutely horrible date tonite. all the boys i find are all wrong. all wrong. just terrible. and yeah. my mom's still trying to find me a boy- perhaps this is revenge for when i tried to turn her into a dyke and find her a girlfriend?. and trying to make me try on her wedding dress. both of which make me physically ill.
i'm still not smoking. it's still making me suicidal. the offer is still good for anyone that wants to come beat the shit out of me so i don't think about cigarettes. i mean, what the fuck do you do when you quit as you happy look what i can now do that i couldn't do while i was smoking thing? do you just take deeper drags off the crack pipe? i'm confused.
blah. i'm really fuckin horny. it's a problem. i think i'm gonna go hump the wall. i think that'll help.
i also wanna get some new piercings, suggestions? i'm thinking bout a vertical hood piercing. but i don't know. i feel as though i should be very very afraid of all of that.
taupe's a funny word.
sobriety is really overrated.

close yer eyes and floor it,
(t)

pirates are the new monkies

but they're both sexy, so whatevs...