I Really Got Nothing

This is that weird “dead zone” as summer wanes and school looms on the horizon.

Summer has been one of the nicest on record here in Minneapolis. Plenty of sunshine, rain when we need it, hot put not scorching. Basically about perfect. Thanks El Niño!

I’m doing drum corps (still) but that is rapidly drawing to a close.  Rehearsal camp all weekend, then next Friday and Saturday are shows again. Important shows as they will be our last two scores before we head to the championships.  As a whole it has served to answer my last remaining questions about the activity for me; and as such this will be my last year of it. 

Chorus starts up again immediately upon my return, and I’m actually looking forward to it. I need mah gayz. I also may be the bass section leader for the next year.  It’s been discussed, but it isn’t official. We’ll see. 

I’m still biking a lot, but I don’t get out on the weekends much because of drum corps. 

Work is work. The new prez is still a bit of a challenge to deal with, and I have anxiety every day going into the 9 o’clock meeting as I never know if I’m going to be yelled at for something that is beyond my control.

At least Miss Phoebe still loves me and likes to cuddle. 

About cb

Nickname: Munt Measurements: 45 B, 34, 38(?) Ambition: to be the best human ever! Turn ons: long walks on the beach, romantic dinners, porn, rainbows, cock Turn offs: bad smell face, men who are full of themselves, dead puppies, popcorn, sadness
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3 Responses to I Really Got Nothing

  1. truthspew says:

    Oh man – yell at me for something beyond my control and you’re gonna get a ration of shit.

  2. precious pix! have a great weekend!

  3. Mark in DE says:

    Enjoy… before you know it you’ll be complaining about the snow. 😉

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