sorry excuse for escape

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.

poor little introvert

i cannot listen to people talking any more tonight. i cannot listen to people talking any more tonight. i cannot listen to people talking any more tonight. i cannot listen to people talking any more tonight. i cannot listen to people talking any more tonight.

thank you to the one i hate

i don’t know you, and you won’t read this, and this is irrelevant to anyone else on the planet. but. i love you because you make me jealous. i’m still going to kill you. i’m still going to boil inside. i’m still going to obsess over things that should have been. that would have been (horrible). whoop dee do. i haven’t filled this many notebooks since art school killed art for me, so thanks again. unrelated (do you know what a pain it is to send email from my phone?): i am redoing this site when i get home. or you can (need to) punch me in the face. i’ll start posting more here once i do. i swear. i’ll still be just as vague as ever, though. the juicy stuff is is for the illegible notebooks. oh god, i’m irritable today. emotions are for suckers. CANDICE SMASH!!!