Today we had a special day-long rehearsal for the final concert of our season. The rehearsal was optional, and I'd say that about half of the guys who will be singing this final concert of the season were there. RP was there and he spent the entire day flirting with some insipid little twink. (I'm really not bitter.) But the crushing realization that I'm ant poop residue to THE ONLY MAN I'LL EVER LOVE has got me a little down.
Look, what fun is an adolescent crush if you can't indulge in a little hyperbole every now and then?
But, it's time to move on. How many times have I typed that?
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Things I have to get off my chest before they rot.
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