Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Simply Ghastly


I had a terrible nightmare last night. I dreamed I was living in a huge, blandly 70s condo complex. But wait, there's more, because the ceilings were exposed planks and the carpets were "textured" polyester and both were a sort of shrimp pink. Just ghastly. I think I woke sobbing.

Also, last week I had a dream where I found a baby in one of those elaborate car carrier seats in front of my house on the sidewalk and that therefore I would have to raise it and be responsible for the little snot machine. Annoyingly, I would realize that I could turn it over to Child Protective Services, but then I would forget and go back to worrying about being stuck with a brat in a car seat that didn't match my car. I kept thinking "I don't want a kid. I don't want to be one of Those Gays." Again, sobbing.

I got to stop eating doughnuts before going to bed.

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  1. maybe take an ambien with the doughnuts,
    then just imagine what might happen?

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  2. You could teach Saki to haul off and belt you when you start writhing around in the throes of a nightmare. But then he might haul off and belt you when you start writhing around in the throes of a battery-operated good time. . . .

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  3. But you would make a wonderful mother.

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  4. You could meet up with other mothers in the park and talk utter utter shite.

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  5. I think you need a terrier. But then again that's my solution to pretty much everything. Everything, that is, except when the solution is a French 75.

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  6. Hmm. Not so sure about your making a wonderful mother, but then I'm more worried about the decorating nightmare. That is SO unlike you!

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  7. I woke up sobbing this morning after a dream where I was in an old diner but it had been neglected and plans were underway to demolish it.

    Does this mean I'm pregnant?

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  8. I just dreamt that I had a dream..... confusing

    fannylove-uk.blogspot.com

    must go and wash the sheets, dreams can be so wet sometimes

    xxx

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  9. "Then I stepped on the ping-pong ball!"

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  10. And did the condo have off white walls, and gold tone appliances?

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