Saturday brought on a whole lot of memories. I attended the first Toronto based Suspension school. And since these events generally happen around the same time, it reminded me that exactly 5 years before I had first jumped headfirst into the community, and the experience of everything that surrounds it.
Now I’ve begun learning how it all is put together.
I’m more than excited. I can’t wait.
Drunk instead.
All week I've slept between 2 and 4 hours a night.
Going downtown near every day to attempt to unfrazzle a very frazzled man only to realize around midnight that I need to go home in order to wake up to have my ass in my chair at work for 7am is tiring. I don't mind, because he knows I…
<+3 him, since <3 isn't <3-ish enough. I forget what else was written here. Something about sushi, coke and rubbing Texans to keep them warm.
if they're not convinced? I hate work.
ARRGH!!!
I wanted to take my fixie out for a ride after finishing the manual to celebrate spending what feels like the past 24 hours working on it and of course my front tire is f***ing flat.
And it wasn't flat the last time I rode it. So obviously something happened when my dad's been moving shit around in the garage for no f***ing reason!
That's it. I'm going drinking.
