i change the channel on the television when the characters get into uncomfortable or awkward situations. i turn that shit on to escape my own messes, i don’t need to be subjected to anyone else’s stresses. even fictional anyones. so yeah. i’m wearing headphones in the van. boo came meeting. yay hipster indie bullshit, or whatever the crap i listen to these days. listen to partly because it annoys sean (annoying the easily annoyable is one of my favourite pastimes), and partly because i’m a fucking hipster or some shit. hey, what am i writing about again? drunk and tired. candice sleep. pass out to something pleasant and not whatever is playing on the van’s speakers. so hurty! also, smokers are jokers. bye.
I agree. I can’t stand romantic comedies that are composed mostly of one or both characters screwing up and then, in an attempt to resolve the situation (in the least adult way possible), screwing up again, over and over. Who the hell enjoys watching that?
Oh, and it looks like I just missed you in Michigan. I was in South Haven this weekend.
I agree. I can’t stand romantic comedies that are composed mostly of one or both characters screwing up and then, in an attempt to resolve the situation (in the least adult way possible), screwing up again, over and over. Who the hell enjoys watching that?
Oh, and it looks like I just missed you in Michigan. I was in South Haven this weekend.