It’s Tortilla Time| Hi I’m Tori and This is my Story

This is an extremely accurate example of the face that I feel like making.

My site stats have been ridiculously low these days. Has my life become that mundane? Are my posts lacking in comical value? Should I get arrested? Should I document the humorous doings of my mother more often? Should I continue to write ireful posts about she-who-shall-not-be-named? Those have been lacking as of late, and I do acknowledge this and apologize.

I blame Pepe.

I blame that little bastard for everything, global warming included.

I suppose I haven’t been completely faithful to you, blog. You see, there is someone else.

Meet the saxophone. That stupid contraption has been consuming much of my life as of late. I have a test on Thursday that I should probably practise for, as I play alongside a partner. If I make a mistake, however minute, it has the potential of fucking them up, as well. My partner has already politely instructed me to LEARN HOW TO KEEP TIME, WOMAN.

I struggle to keep time and read notes, it’s one of my quirks.

My puffer has been my sole lifeline for the past week or so, as allergy season is here in full force. Tameaka and I share a common sensitivity to pollen and the like, so yesterday at a sleepover we passed a puffer around like a hot potato.

‘Here, give me another puff. Yeeeeeah baby, I feel good.’

It can be rather rewarding to clear your airways, you see.