Monday, June 22, 2009
Brides of Christ has an identity crisis
Being the slightly-nerdy-girl-about-town that I am, the Premier of my adopted state sent me an invitation requesting my presence at a community cabinet meeting. For some god unknown reason the event is invitation only (heaven forbid members of the community came to the community meeting!). You have to present your gilded invitation at the door to gain entry and that, dear reader, is where my dilemma lies. My invitation is addressed to Mr Brides of Christ. MR.
I'm a lady dammit! A MISS to be more exact.
I like to do lady things like pet kittens and frolic in the surf in my petticoats, it's going to be awfully confusing for all and sundry when I present my invitation as I obviously have girly parts (and if you don't know that refer to my very first posts where it will be abundantly clear I have a vagina).
So I did what all ladies do when their gender is questioned and emailed the premier telling her I'm a fucking girl even though I will be presenting a piece of paper on the night that says otherwise.
I'm a lady dammit! A MISS to be more exact.
I like to do lady things like pet kittens and frolic in the surf in my petticoats, it's going to be awfully confusing for all and sundry when I present my invitation as I obviously have girly parts (and if you don't know that refer to my very first posts where it will be abundantly clear I have a vagina).
So I did what all ladies do when their gender is questioned and emailed the premier telling her I'm a fucking girl even though I will be presenting a piece of paper on the night that says otherwise.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
That was totally worth sitting through a two hour lecture for...
I had a piece of delicious schadenfreude delivered by my stand-in lecturer today. I've known her for a few semesters and we were just shooting shit about this and that before she suddenly delivered the most brilliant thing I have heard all day.
A fellow 'Bondie' (apparently that's what us classmates call each other) has been in hospital sick. But wait for it...because...
Someone in a high heel stood on her foot when she was out (getting soooooo drunk you guys, like you wouldn't belieeeeve) and it became SCEPTIC. She has been in and out of hospital for weeks and ALMOST HAD HER FOOT AMPUTATED.
Isn't that just beautiful? The world does have a beautiful symmetry sometimes. You hang out with vacuous, vain people too much and eventually your limbs will start to desert you because death seems a better option than being attached to you while you enter yet another conversation about why so-and-so doesn't love you and how you are completely devastated by the fact you bought a magenta purse but when you got home you found out on closer inspection it was actually violet.
A fellow 'Bondie' (apparently that's what us classmates call each other) has been in hospital sick. But wait for it...because...
Someone in a high heel stood on her foot when she was out (getting soooooo drunk you guys, like you wouldn't belieeeeve) and it became SCEPTIC. She has been in and out of hospital for weeks and ALMOST HAD HER FOOT AMPUTATED.
Isn't that just beautiful? The world does have a beautiful symmetry sometimes. You hang out with vacuous, vain people too much and eventually your limbs will start to desert you because death seems a better option than being attached to you while you enter yet another conversation about why so-and-so doesn't love you and how you are completely devastated by the fact you bought a magenta purse but when you got home you found out on closer inspection it was actually violet.
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