What the Fuck!?

So the climate control lights in my car have never worked. In theory, the dials should glow red when the headlights are on but aside from one peculiar fifteen-minute burst in November they never have. They worked on the drive home from Meagan's tonight, though. I turned the car on and off, fucked with things, poked shit. They don't go out when they shouldn't. Works fine. I have no idea what the deal is but I hope it stays fixed.

Also, Brandon made a comment about reacting violently to any drama that came his way. Unfortunately for him, drama follows us all for different reasons.
I'm helpful by nature. I draw in people with issues because they know they can call me and I'll always be there.
Meagan is an alcoholic party machine.
Julie tends to change guys fairly often.
Brandon is a horny creepster.
Nikki is, by nature, extremely unstable. Mike seems to be helping with that, though.
Kaitlin tends toward depression for some reason and is allergic to damn near everything.
I'm not entirely sure what's up with Joey sometimes.
Ryan's a mopester by default.
Fifthe pursues the bad ideas many of us discard because he's really excited all the time.
Sarah, uh... I think she disappeared.
There is no escaping the drama, people. The best you can hope for is that it's quick and not so painful.
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