Bets

Every time you start seeing someone, it's like making one. Everything works out in a way that almost seems up to chance, but you still do everything you can to make it come out in your favor, whether this means praying...or trying to cheat. Of course, there's no way to cheat your way to success with someone else (especially when 'cheat' can be taken different ways).

So I think you can guess the latest events in my life. Which is good because I don't really like you enough to tell you.

The library is quiet today; I'm at the Circulation desk. Blahhhhhh and I have to go to my office in a bit anyway. And finish an arrangement for my quintet because I no longer do productive things at home.

I get more sick of police by the day. I haven't gotten pulled over or busted or anything like that. It's more just what you see on the streets and read in the papers. (So if you don't know what I'm talking about, read the paper. [If you're American, chances are you may need someone to read it to you.])

So my summer just got busier. In addition to that boy, I'm playing with the quintet, arranging for the quintet and playing trombone in a production of My Fair Lady. (I would like to take this opportunity to publicly thank Shaun Bazylewicz of my quintet for lending me a trombone.) I actually pushed my start date at Staples back to accommodate My Fair Lady. That might not seem like such a great idea, because Staples pays. But I've been needing to do something different with music. So playing trombone in a musical should fulfill that.

Okay time to go do library work. Byeeeee!

Advice for gays: Be like Brian McKenna. Actually, don't. One is enough, especially when combined with the triumph I can wallow in knowing that I took that one away from you.