one lonely success

so i’m sitting in an overpriced cafe in terminal four in the not-so-world-famous ontario airport. my long-awaited and much needed pacific northwest vacation has officially begun. i’ve already made the mandatory stop to the newstand to buy a magazine for the flight. because you know, between my ibook, psp, and ipod i’m really going to be wanting for entertainment on my 3 hour flight.

if you’re rolling your eyes, you should knock that shit off, because the magazine i bought happens to be the latest issue of spin magazine with death cab for cutie on the cover. the best album you’re probably not listening to is ‘plans’ and you should be ashamed because you’re obviously not listening to the podcast.

ok what flight am i supposed to be on?

fuck. probably the one they just announced.