Freud would have loved me...

I had the best crazy dreams last night!

The first one was my favourite, in it I was in love with this super hot jock guy (pretty much a replica of the guy who rejected me at the party on Saturday, boo hoo) and he was just as infatuated. Admittedly I think even my dream in love ness was due to regular and thorough shaggings, but what can you do! Everyone else in my dream hated him, because he was a 'big dumb jock' but I was deliriously happy- see Shrink, I can do it, even if only in my dreams!

Then he dissappeared from my dream and I was very sad, spent the next four dreams looking for him. So lame, but so me!

Anyway, the dirt is in the other dreams. Along with some wacky 'dodgeball on a massive scale' dreams, in one of these little scenarios, I had a threesome- with two of my exes- the bad one, and another one I'm still in contact with, and one of them was dominating us both! Weird.

I wonder what it all means? Any thoughts?

So true...

A quote from the best webcomic ever:

'"Just go out and bang some dude" is one of the phrases you will never hear a psychiatrist say. Other such phrases include "I think the heroin is doing you a lot of good" and 'jesus, no WONDER your mother never loved you!"'

Hehe, so true.

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Fun with pharmaceuticals....

Afternoonish, Boyfriend's Kitchen:

Boyfriend: Do you want a chocolate muffin?
Me: YES!!! MUFFIN NOOOOOOW....
Boyfriend: Oh, actually...I don't think it's a good idea that you have one.
Me: *disgusted muffin crazed glare* WHY?
Boyfriend: Well... when I made them we kinda ran out of regular butter. So I had to use the Green butter instead. So they're special muffins.
Me: *hysterical laughter*


Also, we attempted drugged zombie sex- I took a Dolased for my headache (first foray into the world of sedative + painkiller!) and zonked out while still awake from about eight thirty. We went to bed, he took a Stillnox (sleeping tablet) and we chatted for about half an hour, and then I decided (naturally) that I wanted sex. But it was less sex, and more zombies crashing body parts into one another- think all those zombie movies when there are just TOO MANY in one room. We were TOO MANY for one bed. Or something. We ultimately failed at sex, but were un-phased and relatively content to roll over and pass out.


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Gotta fly Quaaaaaaantasss, gotta fly Quaaaaaantasss....

The internet says I'm autistic! I scored 33. After watching the documentary about The Woman Who Thought Just Like a Cow, I suspected, but now I am sure. (PS, Not actually sure.)
How weird. It does explain a lot though.

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Hate and hate Thursday/Friday...

So I'm pretty much the super bitch queen from hell this week. But only really quietly inside my head, or screaming abuse inside the car with the windows up, so it's only really bothering me. Anyway, you will get over it.

Things I Hate:

People Who Drive (that are not me)
Robbie Williams Fans (that are not me)
Robbie Williams (go home)
People who expect Robbie Williams to be a role model for children, and get all offended when he smokes on stage (He had a nipple tassle twirling Machine Gun Fellatio supporting his last show, singing Dirty Fucking Whore, for crying out loud!)
Boys who send lovely charming text messages about how much they want to see me, and then the next message is all short and brusque. (Okay, I don't really hate those, am just mildly annoyed at them)
Umm... okay, I got nothing.

Things I Like/Love

Cookie dough.
Chunky soup.
My bed.

In other news:

Lots of crying at the shrink today... in combination with intense crankiness, I better be getting my period or I am just a complete nutjob, which would be bad, and require an increase in my meds, which would = greasier skin. Nooo!

Saw Borat- meh schmeh. Was expecting a laugh riot, and was really only a laugh sit-in. Doh.


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PS. No, I did not go to the Robbie Williams concert, but I am a fan. I have seen him twice before. Ner ni ner ner. I just want them to have their little concert not in my nice little area, but far away in Boondall where concerts belong. (Not at QEII either, I drive past there to get home from work, traffic badness.)

Dancing?

Oprah's little blurb from the tv guide today:

"Hours before their big night, Dancing With The Stars finalists Emmitt Smith and Mario Lopez stop here first! Then go inside a $75 million house! What does that look like? Then, what happens inside the womb of an elephant. Also, Grammy-winner John Mayer!"

Umm...okayyyyy....

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Things

1) At home alone on a Saturday night. The only thing that would make this lamer would be blogging about it...oh, crap.

2) My mouth feels weird!

3) My mum and mum-boyfriend bought me a full tank of petrol- that's the only time my car has had a full tank of petrol in it since I bought it, in October last year! It was exactly 50 dollars worth.

4) Mum let me drive the 300ZX. I am officially the COOLEST kid on the block. Only thing that was lacking was that it was an auto. Manuals are funner!

5) Mum gave me a free bottle of Bombay Sapphire. I don't drink gin, but all the sexy boys in my life do. Gonna get me (or my housemates!) some action, oohhhhh yeah.

6) Re-reading above- I really do have the awesomest mum in the world.

7) Wore new dress and adhesive bra out for the first time tonight, dress is adorabubble, (note: not a bubble dress) adhesive bra had no major mishaps, except for being weird and frightening (as a concept) and a little too nice to touch. (Note: Sticking hand down front of dress in Lonestar Browns Plains definitely non-viable entertainment optiont.)

8) Lonestar Browns Plains is utterly inferior to the one at Springwood- steak overcooked, burger and bacon dry and crusty, waitstaff forgetful, line dancing lacklustre.

9) RAQ or whatever fashion awards still fun to watch- got weirdly emotional watching the kiddies dancing to Scissor Sisters, please god don't let me be getting clucky at 21. That would be frightening.

10) That guy who won all the awards must give really good head, cause his designs were BORING.

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Not much to report, Cap'n!

Nothing much going on. Just blogging idly. Yes, yes.

Mostly just one thing to say-

Dear Amazon,

Where is my Placebo special edition cd, BIIIIIIIIYOTCHES??!

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Zombie blogging...

I have not been to bed yet, so this is going to be short.

I went to Dubdoubt last night, was pretty good, except for two twats doing Strictly Ballroom fucking new steps shite on the dancefloor. It's DUB ffs!

Gray came to the gig. I stayed at Gray's house, (no sex though, I am a good girl) went home this am around nine, to go to family Xmas brunch thing. Mum neglected to warn me that it wasn't just mum and step siblings, but in fact the whole family- consequently everybody got to see my GIANT hickey from Gray. Thanks mum.

Gray didn't buy me drinks last night. What's with that?

My shiny new penny is starting to lose it's lustre, a little.

Sleep now, okay?

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Life changing event number 1:

I have just discovered THE MOST USEFUL WEBSITE EVER.

Here's to never being DRIVEN MAD by wondering what that song I heard is, ever, ever again.

The song that prompted this (which you should be acquiring IMMEDIATELY)? Sufjan Stevens- Chicago. Dooooo iiiiiit.

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Oh oh...I was in the middle of vacuuming the house, in preparation for mopping, cleaning the bathroom and then my room. But I seem to have...sat down at the computer.

Bad sign.

Stupid laziness.

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Hello world!

I'd just like to say that I'm rather frightfully awake. Hello!

(I knew I shouldn't have gotten up to turn the aircon on. If only I'd lay in bed for just that little bit longer I might be asleep by now.)

Oh well. Third time lucky. Off I go!

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