Monday, April 21, 2008

Suddenly I get it

Back when I stopped blogging I did tell a few (a very few) people that yes, I would definitely still be blogging. A comment was passed that a friend hoped I still blogged Raw. She liked my raw posts. At the time I felt that was a very strange thing to say. But now I get it.

See, a fellow blogger is going through the emotional wringer for being caught out. Bloggers, being a special breed, get to see what goes on in other bloggers brains. Generally. There are some psycho’s out there that getting into their brain is about as much fun as being in that pit in Saw 3 with the rotting pig carcasses. I digressed.

This blogger clearly does not fall into the above category. She is amazing. And she has just written the most raw post I’ve ever read. It had me in tears at one point.

And now I get the appeal of reading a well written raw post. When I started this blog I thought I’d be a humorous blog. With none of that raw vulnerability. And now I’ve changed my mind.

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I have been talking to SR a bit over the last few days. I had intended to shag him again. Basically I want to go exclusive with Overflow. And SR was going to be a bit of fun before it. Yep. Like a fool I rang and texted him. We arranged a meet. For tonight.

I can hear everyone going ‘oh no!’ Right? Maybe even someone calling me a silly cunt? Yeah, I deserve it.

I texted him this morning to see if he was still available. Cuz, you know, we made this plan five days ago and he’s not that reliable. And while I went back to work and was waiting for a response, I realised that I really wasn’t into it. I just didn’t give a shit if he said no. Matter of fact, the more I thought about it, the more angry I got. Why would I do that to myself? For a piece of ass? I’m so much better than that.

Matter of fact, I resolved that if he did respond yes, I’d fake the whole ‘get my period’.

Maybe even straight up call him an asshat and thinking back to what the did to me, he’d be best if he jumped off the top of the Harbour Bridge. I’ll even pay for him to go on the climb. Fuckwit.

6 comments to “Suddenly I get it.”

  1. :D

    Good on you.


  2. OK I realize who you are now. Welcome back. I was wondering what happened back there. Good looking new blog!
  3. good for you girl.
  4. HUzzah!

    *A cheering crowd salutes the ‘tasm!*

    Love you babe! Pay for the climb and the anvil he can carry on the way down… just to give it that WB Coyote look. Of course, that ast bit might just be my brain…


  5. Good for you! Taking names and kickin ass…!
  6. Aw, sweetie. Reliving that stuff is never easy.

    He’ll get his, though. Whilst we’re not around to see it (damnit, nothing I love more than watching an ex get his comeuppance, hi richard), rest assured that he’ll suffer.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Holidays

So my holidays are almost over now. I really don’t want to go back to work tomorrow. But I don’t care either. I know I’ll have to go back eventually. It helps that this is only a 3 day week for me, and it ends with a long weekend and a job interview.

So its kind of a soft intro back to work.

Still, getting up at 6:30 tomorrow is going to suck.

The holidays were pretty damn good. We had a family reunion on the day I got down there. I had arranged lunch with my Aunt the week before hand. And she outdid herself! Everybody was there except for my Mum (who was up country), my Dad (who’s not affiliated with that part of the family any more) and my brother (who had plans already. I got to meet some cousins wives and kids. Funness to be had in general.

I haven’t seen my mum in 18 months. So it was great to catch up with her. The old girl gets paid for 24 hours of the 40 that she works a week. So I gave her a tank of petrol, kicked in for some groceries and took her to lunch. And because we’re addicted to scrabble, we had a game. Which I won. Not that that’s the point for me, I just have a good track record of it on facebook. Her dictionary is crap. So I scoured three bookstores for a scrabble dictionary. Which I left sitting on her table when I left. She got it that night when she finished work.

Back to the city for a few days to see some mates from school and the Matchbox Twenty concert. Which was BRILLIANT. Not as good as Snow Patrol. But so much more chilled out. I was barely aware of my sister sitting next to me. I could have been sitting in the front row or the back row. It didn’t matter. There was just me and the band as far as I was concerned. I grew up with Matchbox Twenty. They have always been my favourite band. So it was one emotional journey for me. High School, uni, making my way in the world and turning into the person I am today. All packed into 2 hours. I have the audio too. Downloaded it (legally, for once) and have been listening to it on repeat for the past few hours. Bliss.

I saw Overflow the day that I got back. Did our thang. In discussion I told him of the job interview happening on Friday in the city. And he said we should go to a certain nightclub after work. And without thinking I said I had to be back because I did have a dentist appointment Friday night. And conversation flowed as usual. I have just one question.

Did Overflow just ask me out?

9 comments to “Holidays”

  1. I think you got asked out, B… but I could be wrong. Sorry.

    And YAY for good holidays.

    Fingers crossed for the job interview.


  2. To answer your question, it seems that way. Is that a bad thing?

    Rob Thomas is a tasty bit of man candy.


  3. Either that, or he just wants to get you drunk and compliant
  4. The holiday sounds grand and like a good time was had by all! And so cool to spend some quality time with your mum; I’m jealous, but in a good way!

    And yeah, hunny, he sure did ask you out. SO, are you going????


  5. Sounds like your holiday was damn fine and yep, you got asked out lol. Enjoy!
  6. Hope going back to work is not too painful for you!

    I’m glad you got to see ‘your band’…I have a soft spot for Rob Thomas as well, the big spunkie.


  7. Certainly seems that way! :)
  8. My guess is yes, he did…but in a no-risk way for himself.
  9. YES YES YES he most certainly did.

Saturday, April 05, 2008

Holiday bitches!

How much have I loved the past few days? Fuckloads, that’s how much. I’m on holidays. And loving it! Sleeping til noon (or later), shopping at whim, eating whenever I want. Jeez. I even have time to spend with the kids. And by kids I mean cats. Cuz I really don’t like small people. I spent an hour out on the balcony on Wednesday, just sittin in the sun and having a laugh. I miss that.

Tomorrow I fly to Melbourne for a week. I haven’t seen my family in 18 months. And its going to be jam packed with friends and relatives. And the Matchbox 20 concert. Fuck, the thought of that makes me moist!

I’ll be back in a week or so.

6 comments to “Holiday Bitches!”

  1. Why is it that so many good women, don’t like kids!

    Enjoy your hols!


  2. Have a super wonderful and safe trip. we’ll miss ya!
  3. Have a totally fabulous and restful and wonderful time, B-girl!

    Can’t wait to hear about the concert.


  4. Sounds like you were able to make the best of the tooth situation. Good for you! Hope you enjoy your time back home.
  5. Have fun lady!
  6. I just finished a weeks hols and I could weep for the mere thought of going back to work.

    Enjoy your time off. It goes way too quickly.

Monday, March 31, 2008

More On The Dentist

After friday’s dental work I felt great. Completely numb in all sore spots. And I took that opportunity to sleep. Saturday was ok. Saturday was when I blogged last.

Saturday night was terrible. I must have popped ibuprofen like it was skittles. And apsrin. And vodka, just to complete the mix. I was in motherfucking PAIN!!! When the ibuprofen ran out, I was texting a mate at 2 am to see if she had anything else I could take.

I was out of bed at first light. Stalking the house. Waiting for the doctors to open. I was there at 10. Waited half an hour and was in there for maybe 10 minutes. I walked out with a prescription for pandine forte and some potent assed antibiotics. Both prescriptions got filled asap and I was drugged out, in bed by 11.30

Deb rang at 1 to drop of some penut butter m&m’s (cuz you can only get them from specialty stores in aus). And I waited out the front to give her back her vodka. Fuck me I was sooo stoned. I dropped the catalogues I was reading, said ‘oh dear’, and dropped more as I bent over to pick them up. And instead of developing tourettes, all I said was ‘oh dear’. And then dropped more and did the same thing. At this point Deb was pissing herself laughing. She said something about her dogs hearing my voice and all I could say was ‘bye-bye’. About 3 times. Then I turned around and just… ambled… off. I was so out of it.

Yesterday was agony. I am quite the masochist at times. For example I must pop pimples, poke sore spots and scratch cuts. And this tooth… I had to press it. No matter how painful it was. And it was fucking painful. I left work at 2.30. Asleep by 3. Between 3 and getting up for work this morning, I was awake for only 3 hours. And that was to take more pills, yak and answer one very important email.

Today was better. Except for the fact that I had a huge mother of a lump on the roof of my mouth. Turns out that yesterday I burst a tooth abscess and this was where it had drained to. I know this because I was back at the dentist tonight. If I hadn’t burst the abscess I’d be looking at root canal. In fact, I may still be looking at root canal. But the fact that I’m on antibiotics that are aimed at abscesses/mouth infections means that I’ve been treating this the right way without even knowing it.

How good am I?

11 comments to “More on the dentist.”

  1. I had the same thing a few months back. An abscess on the roof of my mouth and the cunt of a dentist (my mate) wouldn’t do anything about it till the swelling went down. It was like a golf ball and hurt like fuck, so I put my thumb on it and pressed hard until it exploded.
    Felt so good.
    Until it got infected…

    Oh poor Phishy.

  2. *MissE passes over copious amounts of sympathy and hugs*

    Oh Phishy - you poor thing.

    At least you’d already, by serendipitous chance, begun the right treatment for it.

    I’ll keep my fingers crossed you don’t have to have the root canal - although if you’ve got a good dentist it isn’t anywhere are painful as people might think. Mind you my root-canaled molar is now a rather unattractive grey colour… *sigh* …yep - that’ll get the boys a running.


  3. You know how sometimes you see or hear something that, even though it’s happening to someone else, makes you feel a tingle in that part of your body? Well, I’m like that right now having read about your dental work!

    I hope your feeling much better now! xox


  4. Anyway, good to be reading you again!!! xxxxx

    oh my, i havent been to the dentist for a long time, so this post made me quite nervous. Glad to hear that you’ve got some antibiotics though (sometimes theyre abused but there’s nothing better than killing some bad stuff with it). I don’t know if that even made sense!

  5. Why is it that Dentist and Sadist seem so closely aligned?

    I sympathise.


  6. Oh no! How horrible! Hope you feel better soon, and I’m very glad to see you back in the blogosphere!
  7. yay for leaving comments from my cell phone.

    it is good that your tooth is gettting bettter. i really need to go to a dentist but it is hard to get any work done with the money that i make working part time.


  8. Can you buy some betadene mouthwash? It’s as nasty as Finger’s ass crack, but holy shit, it’ll clean any bacteria from your infected gob, mate.
  9. As Bill Cosby informed us, “Novocain doesn’t stop pain; it postpones it.”
  10. I hope it’s all sorted now you poor bugger!

    Sweet Jebus that sounds like six levels of HELL!

  11. Damn girl, that sucks. Let’s hope for no root canal…