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.