Return of hte Parents

On the weekend before the High Gay holdiay of Halloween, the Rents have decided to decend upon Rochester, MN once again.

No naked hot tub party on Friday night, No going out with David on Saterday, and no art fest on Sunday. *sigh*. The icing on the cake, is I work wed, thrus, and monday. No time for kevin. The dream of having an entire weekend to myself, is nothing more than a SHITTY ass fucking pipe dream.

At times I feel I have so much going on, that I am over loaded with projects, ideas, and anything else one can think of. Maybe it would be better if life was just a little bit more simple. Maybe this conglobulation is the making of my own doing.

Had a stimulating conversation with my Stoner antique dealers tonight. Talked about Fate, David, and the fine art of Gay sex. I may post the conversation, later.

Heard from Dave. He worked evening shift. He is definately thinking LONG term as far as a relationship goes, and althoug hthat gives me security, I'm such a live by the moment type of person.... I don't know.
And I don't know if I trust him right off hand. I still hvae my reseravations. Although the whole fate thing, settles my nervous stomach.

"and you give yourself away, and you give yourself away.....with or without you..."

I hate the fall....

I feel like death brought back to life. My stomache is acting wierd, although I have fed this body more in the past 24 hours than I have in a month. A 130.00 bill at the grocery store will do that to a person, and I bought more than just 12 bags of halloween candy. I am going to TRY to take my lunch to work, to save on a few bucks. THe night owls are notorious for ordering out. Every take-out place knows us by heart. The sub place always screws up our orders. ITs loverly.

I still feel pretty sour in regards to my staffing choices as charge on MOnday night. However I wasn't given a clear idea of the information, and with the information I had, I think it went all right. WHo knows. I'm back in the saddle at 1900. Yippie.

THe only highlight of my day was finding a book "Nurse by peggy anderson" at the local thrift store for 25 cents. I have about 10 copies of it (both soft and hard cover), yet always seem to throw it in my basket. I LOVE second hand books. Finding things within the pages, and the dedications on the inside covers. Makes me happy, it does.

Managed to get some artwork done last night. I'm in an angel tip-in swap, that has been a royal PAIN in my ass. Then I got a book in the mail to do a few spreads in by the 15th. My studio got cleaned last night, and I discovered that there is CARPRET under everything. That was an amazing discovery.