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I feel like I should post. But all I could update would be little pieces of what I am doing...
taking a yoga class, dreaming of working in the service industry at a national park, just started lifting weights, doing what we never thought we'd do which is depending on the computer to listen to music instead of albums, drank a lot of beer last night...
actually that was funny, we went to see Sugar Sugar Sugar again, they played at this weird place called night life, it's this HUGE venue, and everyone there were bros and hos or hippies. I accidentally got wasted pretty much before they even started; it was a good show I think but I couldn't even connect with it like I did last time they played. and we were curious to see the seemingly locally famous Yogoman Burning Band (ps. can't stand them they're like a cross between a jam band and a ska band, pretty much my worst nightmare), but they started out by telling a story about how they took their tour vehicle to a mechanic but they'd only run out of gas and I started crying and could NOT stop because once when I was really little that happened to my dad, and where he was working you got a bonus if you NEVER MISSED WORK ALL YEAR, and the place was in Kent, which is more than an hour from where we lived, and he had gone to work sick all year, and his car fucking broke down, and he missed work, lost the bonus that we really needed...and his car was just out of gas. The gas gauge was broken and he didn't know and thought it just could not be...then I remembered a time when he was on a plane and he'd saved the muffin they gave as a "meal" and went to the bathroom during a stopover and someone boarding sat in his seat and squished the muffin with his knee...I was drunk and just kept crying, Kaden went to the rest room and I stood outside crying and crying and crying thinking about these two sad things that happened to my dad...we went outside and I kept crying, Kaden's like do you want to go home and I'm like nooooooooo, do you want to go to Cap's (right next door) and I'm like OK so we went there and the bartenders were really nice and wearing funny t-shirts and everything was OK but we slept aaaaaaaaaaaall day today.
Kaden got offered a job at my work, without interviewing or asking about it or anything, but it's the opposite schedule from mine, and he wasn't planning on working in the summer anyway.
I hardly ever go online but when I do I tend to be spending more time on Facebook (like everybody), so add me. My name is Liina Koivula and my email is sugar_lobotomy@hotmail.com I assume you can find me using those pieces of information.
taking a yoga class, dreaming of working in the service industry at a national park, just started lifting weights, doing what we never thought we'd do which is depending on the computer to listen to music instead of albums, drank a lot of beer last night...
actually that was funny, we went to see Sugar Sugar Sugar again, they played at this weird place called night life, it's this HUGE venue, and everyone there were bros and hos or hippies. I accidentally got wasted pretty much before they even started; it was a good show I think but I couldn't even connect with it like I did last time they played. and we were curious to see the seemingly locally famous Yogoman Burning Band (ps. can't stand them they're like a cross between a jam band and a ska band, pretty much my worst nightmare), but they started out by telling a story about how they took their tour vehicle to a mechanic but they'd only run out of gas and I started crying and could NOT stop because once when I was really little that happened to my dad, and where he was working you got a bonus if you NEVER MISSED WORK ALL YEAR, and the place was in Kent, which is more than an hour from where we lived, and he had gone to work sick all year, and his car fucking broke down, and he missed work, lost the bonus that we really needed...and his car was just out of gas. The gas gauge was broken and he didn't know and thought it just could not be...then I remembered a time when he was on a plane and he'd saved the muffin they gave as a "meal" and went to the bathroom during a stopover and someone boarding sat in his seat and squished the muffin with his knee...I was drunk and just kept crying, Kaden went to the rest room and I stood outside crying and crying and crying thinking about these two sad things that happened to my dad...we went outside and I kept crying, Kaden's like do you want to go home and I'm like nooooooooo, do you want to go to Cap's (right next door) and I'm like OK so we went there and the bartenders were really nice and wearing funny t-shirts and everything was OK but we slept aaaaaaaaaaaall day today.
Kaden got offered a job at my work, without interviewing or asking about it or anything, but it's the opposite schedule from mine, and he wasn't planning on working in the summer anyway.
I hardly ever go online but when I do I tend to be spending more time on Facebook (like everybody), so add me. My name is Liina Koivula and my email is sugar_lobotomy@hotmail.com I assume you can find me using those pieces of information.