My name is Tori. I never make my bed. I want somebody to eat cheese with.

Well fuck this shit,

I have absolutely no idea what’s going on in my head. For the moment though, all I know is that my feet are killing me. Blisters are not pleasant. Not at all.. but it was worth it. It’s only been a month, but this past weekend I realized how much I love the ice. How free I feel and how nice it is to just sort of be. &not care. And even if you fall, you sure as hell aren’t the only one who has fallen on your ass. I didn’t fall though. Surprisingly. And now and now.. Ahh, dinner. I don’t remember where it is we are going.. I think Crave or some sort. They have the best fried chicken and waffles.. Mm, finally some decent food :) 

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