Hiding the sharp objects and liquid Draino

Ran to the public Libary today, to scope out some of the area's local newspapers for information on Camp Ripley for ye olde scrapbook.

Anywho, stoped by the DVD section and found "The Laramie Project."

Familiar with the script and the play, since it was done at UWL the year I attened.

Its one of the movies up there with "Its my party" and "Bent", that one should hide all sharp objects and the liquid draino, before viewing.

Amazing. Tingling, roller coster emotions amazing.

The cast stellar. Especially Gama Carter from the ER days showing up.

The parents are comming, the parents are comming

By Wednesday of next week, the parents will have accended onto Rochester, and the work begins.

I'm "attempting" (being the key word here), to finish all the projects that i have needed to get done in less than a week. WOrking like a DOG most nights, and counting my minutes of sanity. The basement has taken much oa nose dive, and since that is where the guest bedroom is, I'm trying to get it ready for them.

It didn't dawn on me till lately, that I am trying to vie for there aproval. ITs an on-going struggle of acceptance, that may have my roots than what I want to dive into at this present point of time.

THey helped me buy the house, paying for the closing costs. Since they have been here last year, I have done some--MAJOR changes. I'm trying to make it presentable to them, so they don't think I just am fucking around, or causing more damage than good.

Tackled the basement, and have wrestled it to the ground to the point of the battle is almost finished. Found the floor, created stroage, and working on the bathroom at the present moment. We shall see...the great work begins.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire

Storms a brewing in Rochester, Mn. On all accounts.

And with a latest discovery of yet another GAY nurse at the WFMC (world famous Mayo Clinic), I'm going to paint my poarch pink and change my name to Elizabeth Arden.

So much for trying to stay away from stupid boys and mean old men.....

The smell in the air is rain... and yet I swear I smelt Eros this morning.

Six degrees of Kevin Bacon and its a small world after all....