#typicalxtori

[sleepyspoonie]

regenerate---me replied to your post: I wish ‘vague empty feeling’ was a good realm to...

I wish that was a good excuse for ANYTHING. Because holy shit I’d be doing nothing.

it's werid because I'm happy??? like I feel apathetic and kind of weary but at the same time kind of bubbly and cheerful? like

why

how does that make sense

[trind-locke]

Fuck it, just using this thing to talk to my gf while she sleeps

Hey do we have any water bottles/bottled water?  Can we get some water bottles from sams club tomorrow?  Grab my mom's card and go after I get myself sheered?

[saltedswan]

collapsing-stars replied to your post: If I ever stay the night at your house and you...

Are you secretly a cat or something?

Yes.

[sleepyspoonie]

collapsing-stars said: Your mom’s got the right idea! Maybe a tricycle. Or a bike with training wheels. Or, you know what? Wheelchair. Then you’ll be safe. Only then. Maybe.

Oh, you wound me ):

[betashae]

My friend and I talking about selling bracelets

Me: But where are you going to sell them?

Friend: Dances, my friend...dances.

Me: You have a friend named "Dances"??

[betashae]

Tori meets a new man

The day began anew. Nothing special, routine phone calls being directed with the occasional rude caller. A quaint lunch led into the second half of the day which always tends to feel more mundane than the first. As though lunch was just a teaser of the freedom one could be experiencing only to rip it away and return them to reality. Nevertheless, Tori sat at her desk and carried on as always. Looking up from her computer, she noticed a shadow forming near the door and anticipated a person coming in. Unfortunately, to her slight dismay, it was aggressively pessimistic guy from last week. Suddenly the conversation from last week rushed back to her and the weirdness became overwhelming. As her brain began doing some mental gymnastics to try to prepare for the interaction, a single phrase broke through her wall of internal conflict: "Hello, gorgeous!" The gears ceased. Blood rose. What had he said? Tori looked away, trying to hide her blushing cheeks, but aggressively pessimistic guy from last week saw right through her. He gazed at her, into her heart and soul. Blood continued to rise - it wouldn't stop. Her feet became cold followed by her legs, like ice. It was becoming hard to breathe. Blood rose and rose into her face, into her eyes. Everything felt heavy and dizzy. His eyes still locked with hers, her nose began to bleed...then her ears filled up with blood. So much blood, too much blood. With a flirtatious wink, aggressively pessimistic guy from last week sealed his next victim in a bloody death. Ear wax killer's associate bloody ear killer had struck again.

[trind-locke]

Uh, hey. This is Tori, Will’s girlfriend. I drove him the other night? Anyway, I was asked to hit you up.

-Tori in a post to someone on facebook

[trind-locke]

Tori Asks

Tori: "Do cats know it's not bacon?"

Well?