I'm not wearing any pants. Film at eleven.

-Kentucky Fried Movie, 1977
 

I think I've enough on my plate just dealing with the emotional bullshit that is me in springtime, and I refuse to get my knickers in a twist over the rest of it. Money will get better again, my house will be clean at some point, this GLCR Board will quit and be replaced, managers will come and go and come and go again, PtCS will still be struggling for money and doing group numbers, twenty somethings will hang out in my house til they find boyfriends/their own apartments/jobs/lives, and new ones will take their place. I just have to remember that there's a grand plan, a design, a reason for it all, and it's not my job to mess with that. It's my job to take the love that I'm offered and offer back as much as I can...the rest will all just work out. I have Faith.

ps, in case any of you were wondering, PtCS asked the GLCR management if they could sell jello shooters next week. The way this is done, for legal reasons, is PtCS makes a donation to the GLCR approx 30 bucks. The GLCR orders liquor for the week and orders an extra sixty of vodka. PtCS volunteers to make and sell jello shooters for the club. Using that extra sixty of vodka, they make 250 shooters and sell them for 2.00 apiece. (That's five hundred dollars, to those who have math issues). The GLCR, feeling that as the pillar of the gay community they should be helping out other GLBT groups in town, makes a donation of 250.00 to PtCS. And all is right with the world. The management was totally cool with this, since they would then be getting extra liquor revenue, volunteer help, and of course, helping out another group in the community. The Board of Directors vetoed it outright. The current theory, although none of them have spoken to me, is that no group should make a profit off liquor revenue but the GLCR (glcr@accesscomm.ca). Ah, such is the grace and beauty of our Board of Directors.

Brunch in a few hours, and I bet if I hurry, I could get in at least a half dozen hurtyFox/hurtyBlair stories to make me feel better. "Thinking...", anyone?