Moving back home in two weeks to work at Pekara Bakery's Bakehouse. I'm going to make all the croissants, bagels, and fancy pastries for Pekara, Radio Maria, Biaggi's, the Co-Op, and a few more that I can't remember
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So I'm about 98% ready to leave Carbondale--mentally, at least. The only things holding me down here are my job, and my band, and both of those things are replacable. There's nothing about this place that appeals to me that I couldn't find somewhere else, in much more abundace
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So that's why I haven't been updating. I've been practicing with them for the past month and a half, and after two house parties, we've gotten the go-ahead from two bars in town to play whenever we want (and when they have a slot), and from countless party houses on Campus. Good times. That is all.
Someone please just come kidnap me and leave me in some random city. I am tired of living in bumfuck nowhere, surrounded by heehawing racist neanderthals and people who think good music is centered around how long you can keep your tripping audience enthralled with one solo. I hate that my station hasn't upgraded any of their equipment since
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Fuck that drunken asshole for everything he's done to my family. My only hope is that at some point, he realizes that he lost everything because of his narcissistic alcoholic ways. His family, his child, and the hope of a happy life will forever be lost
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