me llamo tara torre. my nickname is territory. i study graphic design, i do some freelance but lately i've only been doing it for school stuff. i like dancing and can quite often be found tearing it up on the dance floor like a rockstar, wishing desperately that there were better dance spots in the area; local redneck bars suck. i am most often late to wherever i'm going, and have been since i moved away from my parental unit, my dad being the only one who could ever wake me up on time. nowadays it's largely due to the all nighters which i pull a couple times a week---not recommeded. i've sampled quite a few "energy supplements" aka high fructose caffeinated carbonated beverages sold at any crusty gas station. i know there bad for me, but i may also be addicted, which is definitely frightening. not frightening as in scary texas chainsaw massacre or the x-files episode i saw in sixth grade called "home", but frightening that my adrenals and nervous systems are suffering. there are days i make definite efforts for healthy food, i'll go to the co-op of which i am an unofficial member to purchase some pricey brown rice and tofu and even steamed kale, food that nourishes and reminds me of my organic childhood. one time on my way inside i emptied out some trash out of my car: a couple fast food bags from the arch enemy of the co-op--and of anything organic and healthy: good 'ol Mickey D's. I found the irony hilarious. i find that i sometimes have a laughing problem and cannot no matter how much i try control my laughter, a challenge i've had my whole life, but i suppose there are worse matters for you and I to be concerned with...
