oh can i PLEASE have it like THAT
My big trouble is, i always sort of think whoever I'm necking is a pretty intelligent person.
Oh well I don't mind, you don't mind
Cause I don't shine if you don't shine
i am absolutely sure of a lot less than i thought... i HATE rude awakenings
i always have a hard time identifying the enemy
So when you say what you want
That you need what you got
Don't forget to be kind to me
I don't want you to die in me
im tori. i never delete, only update. give me something to think about, ill like you better. i beleive in double spacebars between every sentence. punctuation is everything, capitalization is worthless (caps lock is exempt), abbreviation is totally worth it. quiznos is nothing without sobe. seriously, get a grip, could i say anything more pointless? i probably could but thats not the point. who is tom waits, and why do i like "long way home" so much? its like nothing i've ever enjoyed before. i almost never like more than one song per artist. YES there are exceptions. sue me. tell me, do you know what "left of center" is? howabout "back spin"? do you enjoy "regulators" by warren g. featuring nate dogg? if you do, message me. i like photos, but i have a VERY hard time recogni(s/z)ing photography as an art form. sorry. i consider valentines day a legit holiday. if you dont, its because you are single... or a guy. [generalization]. i cant spell. can you tell? ramen noodles are meant to be eaten with your fingers. wash your hands after you use the toilet or play with your pores. i know you do that. dont do it in public. thats why restrooms have stalls. not just so you can shit privately. why do i write so much on the myspace? b/c nobody buys 150 dollar sandals in the winter.
i am in a transitional period. it started about four hours ago. i know this because i am very aware of my body, mind, and surroundings when alone at birkenstock square. in my unreliable instruction manual to life, it defines "transitional period" as "a period of time in which a person loses what they are living for" whether it be from physical loss (death, misplacement), mental loss(conciously or unconciously forgetting), realization of the truth, ect. it still augments the same dreadful thought: how will i replace the missing link? oh my god! with WHAT will i replace MY MISSING LINK? decidedly, the bleakness of such a landscape is unimaginable. it is as friendless and alien as a dali painting. ordinary thoughts have no place here, de facto, futility mufles thought and time elongates cruelly. a person would have no choice but to desperately search for another option, something to temporarily fill that void.
my name is tori. im generally indifferent to 75% of the things that come into my life, i dont trust you, and i have no professional future. i like to keep to routine because with routine there is no room for surprises. i like to spend money and burn gasoline. i do not like it when people beat around the bush. i like it when people keep themselves accesable because i cant seem to even make an effort when it comes to meeting new people; in other words, i dont FEEL like being socially inclined. dont mistake my quietness for shyness; the quality of your personality is the volume controll to mine. i live in a suburban bubble, but not too far from the edge of the tub. if you dont posess common sense; you should be killed or used for medical experimentation.