tori

i think i may have quit my job. i'm not sure yet though. apparently i didn't smile big enough whilst being patronized, and it offended some people. oops.
i hate people. i really do. i'm sick of school. i'm sick of work too.
foodservice took me out for dinner (japanese!) and drinks (ketel and cranberry!) last night. it was just lovely. after that we came back to my place and sobered up watching trainspotting. again, just lovely. he did kick me in the head last night though.
so what's the good word? i'm to sleepy to think of anything brilliant or cohesive or interesting to say. so please. tellme good things and such.
i seem to have some problems. i kill things. vacuums, plants, computers, and fish to be exact. i don't know what it is. i can't handle that rubbish. they all die on me. i once killed five vacuums in one week. five. i don't know anyone who comes in contact with five vacuums in one week, let alone kills them. i don't know what my problem is... strangeness indeed.
blah. i'm bored with all of my nonsense. tell me yours!