You would think that as long as I'd been gone from writing that I'd have some sort of life or something exciting to share.
Not so much, really.
This Wednesday I start the PhD program. I'm off until the 31st, basically because Vandy wants to let me experience a week-worth of orientation and meet-and-greet every one associated with my doctoral studies. At least I went to Miami this summer, and had a great vacation and got lots of sleep. I imagine I won't know what that's like for a long time to come.
My trainer has decided that I've come to the point in my physical fitness regimen to lead our workouts, in a sort of "train the trainer" format. This means that whatever I come up with, whatever makes me sore, nauseated, or lightheaded is nothing that I can complain about, because I picked the routine.
Very sneaky.
Anyway, next week also starts my inaugural stint on the Nashville Gay Pride board. Hopefully I'll meet lots of beautiful people and make lots of beautiful friends and just be all gay and involved and happy.
Uh huh. I'll meet a bunch of bitchy faggots and dykes that want nothing to do with the year's worth of coordination and work only to be the first ones to complain about next year's festival. Aaah, big gay Nashville. Hell, big gay anywhere.
So, the best part of my week was when one of the trainers referred to me as "fit", and one of the musclebunnies in my gym told me, "Man you've got great legs."
I thought to myself, "Um, not half as great as what's between them!" Down, damn it! I have a husband. I had to recite my grocery list to myself throughout the rest of my workout in order to avoid thinking of every cliche Falcon video pac meets Titan media jock-strap locker room gang bang scene I've ever jerked off to seen advertised.
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