Friday, October 09, 2009

It's a good thing that I'm the size of three people as I do the work of several.

1. Holy hell, how did I not know that Gingerbread Liqueur existed? I'm getting tingles of excitement. I must have it! I must! It could be that special something that you were looking to get me for my birthday. Oh yes.

2. I had two nasty dreams this morning. The first was of a couple I don't much like as a couple announcing their engagement in a thoroughly modern and really irritating - to me - way. It made me cranky. The second was rather more involved. I dreamed that I found out that my quiverfull freakshow landlord was sneaking into my rather awesome apartment (it would have to be, right, to put up with quiverfull neighbours) and raping me in my sleep. I sleep pretty damn well so this wasn't as weird as you'd think. I was, however, pretty pissed off when I found out about it. Not traumatised just really grossed out. I can't believe that I dreamed of a religious nut rapist who totally ruined for me the awesome apartment that I also dreamed. My subconscious is a bitch.

3. I'm bruising way more easily than usual. I'm torn between ohmygods it must be leukaemia and smacking myself to make bruises because bruises are pretty wild. I suspect it's from the pill but, ugh, going to a doctor to confirm would be such a pain.




10 comments:

nursemyra said...

Gingerbread liqueur? I'll have me some of that

nailpolishblues said...

Doesn't it sound divine?

Mitzi G Burger said...

I hope it's not just Bundaberg beer spiked with brandy, still, even that wouldn't go astray. So, when's the birthday! Perhaps we can do a taste-offf with Gingerbread Liquer and Stone's Green Ginger Wine?

The landlord rapist dream is indicative of tennant-landlord repressed vitriol and not being able to have the last word in renting disputes.

I can suggest far more fun ways to acquire bruises! Or perhaps you need to up your iron and minerals intake to beef up the circulatory systems? Chocolate is very good for women in that department.

nailpolishblues said...

Birthday's in November. Ugh, so soon. So old. Oh my. You know, I've never tasted Stone's Green Ginger Wine. I sincerely hope the Gingerbread liqueur is a superior product - such disappointment otherwise.

I think our dream analysis is spot on, Mitzi, they've upped the rent - yet again - and I'm not terribly amused.

If chocolate helped then I'd be fine. I eat a ridiculous amount of that stuff. I've also been taking Berocca and iron daily - trying to get over feeling tired and weak all the time - some of which I am sure is related to the endo. and quite a bit to constant stress.

Dan the VespaMan said...

Gingerbread liqueur eh?

They say a good thing for a hangover is heavy drinking the night before. I bet this stuff would do the trick.

Mitzi G Burger said...

Let's be brave and bold and have a birthday cake outing, perhaps! Favrouite bloggers exclusive gathering. We have until November to choose the venue. There are excellent cakes at a certain Newtown venue which also serves yummy cocktails. Just an idea, feel free to remain reclusive.

Dan the VespaMan said...

Hottest ticket in town.

Just out of interest, does that venue do cheesecake and fluffy ducks?

nailpolishblues said...

Whoah, look how exciting things get when I go AWOL. Your plan sounds excellent, Miss Mitzi. Especially the cocktails bit. I'm wondering at your Newtown venue now. I'm not reclusive - I can be quite shy and neurotic though. Late November - have a sneaking feeling that the early part is going to be rather trying.

Dan, you'll be bringing the fluffy ducks?

Mark said...

Bruise yourself all over and tell people that you're in a fight club. It'll be awesome!

Or: pretend you're in an abusive relationship in order to bring out the protective instincts of desirable men.

nailpolishblues said...

The latter sounds like a very cunning plan, Mark. I do suspect that if told people I was in an abusive relationship I'm end up even more bruised and mostly around the head. I wonder if I could ever bring out the protective instincts of any men? It doesn't seem very me.