And so am I.
I hate Easter, with all of it’s clearly pagan celebration of sex and fecundity. I’m so happy this week is over, I’ve written a little ditty, sung to the tune of “Sexy Back” by Justin Timberlake.
It’s called: Spinster Back
I’m bringin’ spinster back.
Them other girls don’t know how to act.
I think it’s special to wear cloth from a sack.
I’m wearin’ hair shirts that are coloured black
(take ‘em to the bridge!)
Dirty babe
born in a manger. Jesus, I’m your slave.
I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave
It’s just that no one makes me feel this way.
(take ‘em to the chorus!)
Come here girl
(Put some clothes on)
Come to the back
(Put some clothes on)
Dirty whore!
(Put some clothes on)
VIP!
I don’t really hate Easter; all of the pagan symbolism becomes concentrated into a perfect storm of imagery that leaves women womb wrenchingly broody. It’s a fun time for the whole family way.
Took me a sec to find your comments. Must find a new template for myself - I love Ingrida's!
Yeah, I like hers too!
I've still got to figure out how the text formatting works, because that fake song came out all jumbled up.
I bet my week ended better than yours because it involved my constipated five year old screaming at me: "I can't bear it, I can't bear it!" and "This is the worst pain of my life!"
I just finished a very stiff white Russian to take the edge off...
Oh, Mer, that truly sounds hellish.
I had a brutal migraine to finish my week. I was supposed to be driving down to Port Patrick to grip for Gregg, whose shooting twelve hours of footage for the Ocean Youth Trust.
Well, that didn't happen. Instead, blinding, searing, inconsolable pain left me crippled. I tried to get myself to sleep through it without having to do the whole retching for a couple of hours thing.
It worked, sorta - it turns out that opiates CAN take the edge off a migraine, but only just.
On my own personal pain scale, though, migraines rank below the nasty gastric pain and both of those are below kidney stones.
Is she okay now?