Bitch on the Blog

November 16, 2013

What did you say?

Filed under: Amusement,Human condition — bitchontheblog @ 00:40
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Sweethearts, please do save me from myself. Like a Victorian times damsel in distress I am in need of loosening my corset lest I faint, recline on a sofa, reaching for my smelling salts. Yes, a certain fatigue has come over me: I have lost the will to comment. How tragic is that? And, no, it is no reflection on anyone other than my faculties telling me to consider how best to employ the last remnants of my diminishing returns. GG used to called it ‘ennui’. An infliction most becoming if you are French and male. I myself, of uncertain origin and female, call it boredom.

Don’t dismiss this tragic state of affairs. I don’t do boredom. Just as I never ever have headaches I am never ever bored. At least not with myself. And – worse – being human I need social discourse if not disagreement. LSF (longest standing friend) and I have just established that we aren’t any longer what we once were. And that was before we managed to calculate how much skin we have shed over our combined life time. However, what I was able to impart  – and it is very difficult to impart anything new to him – and I myself only learnt this a few days ago, bit late in the day if you ask me, that our brains partly shrink because all other organs take any water FIRST before passing the left overs to the place which is, essentially, the coordinator. Selfish, I know. There you are, or I am, drinking cold water whilst not trying to deplete my sodium levels (I am only obsessing about this since my mother was hospitalized on account of them – never had given it a thought before) and what do you know: Your poor poor poor brain rolling around your skull like a shrunken walnut kernel just because your kidneys, liver and heart get there first. It’s awful. No wonder I sometimes stare a hole into air trying to remember what brilliant thought I had a minute ago.




  1. You don’t need me to save you from yourself. You are perfectly positioned to do it yourself. All that you need is to pffti, whatever it is that is currently bugging you.

    Comment by Rummuser — November 16, 2013 @ 06:19 | Reply

    • I currently do not feel free to ignore what’s bugging me. If I could it wouldn’t be bugging me. Still, thanks for reinforcing my newly found acronym of pffti. It’ll take a while to get hold upstairs but when it does I shall try and abide by it.


      Comment by Ursula — November 20, 2013 @ 17:05 | Reply

  2. Given that you aren’t sure what to comment on, I have something that is bothering me: Did Germany ever have a Victorian era?

    Comment by Looney — November 16, 2013 @ 19:58 | Reply

    • Did Germany have a Victorian era? I am sure they did. It happens. Ask Bismark. Or my grandmother. Her corsets were magnificent. And labour intensive.


      Comment by Ursula — November 20, 2013 @ 17:00 | Reply

  3. Don’t worry GBOTB I can help with the loosening of your corset, I am an expert at that especially with having been around since Victorian times, well don’t laugh I’m not that old.

    Actually if you are not thinking of commenting on this, that or the other then I could add lots of smiles and winks, I might even throw in the odd emoticon just for you, but then no, I wouldn’t would I my sweet friend. I am far too sincere to start adding all those grins and winks when I know that you hate them. Okay let me know about the corset and I will be right over. Have a lovely evening now Ursula.

    Andro xxxx

    Comment by Gray Dawster — November 16, 2013 @ 21:34 | Reply

    • The closest yet I have come to a corset were some absolutely ravishing above ankle height boots. They needed that long long long lacing round metal hooks. Makes me think how a lot of (women’s) clothing is/was designed to make you think twice to disrobe. I had jeans (one a particularly fetching pair of pink leather) I had to pour myself into and then lying on my back to pull up the zip. My father loved those trousers. He thought them the equivalent of a chastity belt when his daughter hit the night.


      PS Thanks for sparing me emoticons. You are always so thoughtful, Andro.

      Comment by Ursula — November 20, 2013 @ 16:56 | Reply

      • I am just picturing you in those pink leather jeans, and believe me I know how difficult they are to remove, not on my person you understand as pink is definitely not my favourite colour.

        I think that corsets are so erotically pleasing, I guess from a mans point of view of course but ladies do look exquisite in a beautiful corset and dress of the period.

        Lingerie, dare I mention is so sexy and… Well you catch my drift and I am not meaning to be rude, I just like a woman to look beautiful and a corset is one step closer to perfection in my way of thinking.

        I think that I should retreat before I get a clip around the ear. Have a really nice Thursday Ursula and as the weekend approaches I wish you a most exciting one my dear friend.

        Andro xxxx

        Comment by Gray Dawster — November 21, 2013 @ 09:58 | Reply

  4. I for one am significantly more than I once was. A couple of Xs more. Oh well.

    Comment by shackman — November 18, 2013 @ 19:03 | Reply

    • At least – when you fall – you’ll plummet softly. A few years ago I tripped and fell down a steep staircase. Wasn’t funny. Went into shock. Only briefly. Yet, not so much as a broken fingernail. There is a saying that children and drunks fall, like cats, on their feet. For the record: At the time I wasn’t an infant, neither was I drunk.


      Comment by Ursula — November 20, 2013 @ 16:50 | Reply

  5. I see that you aren’t commenting on any of these comments. My, my, U, drink more water. some of it will surely make it upstairs and hydrate the attic.

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — November 18, 2013 @ 20:00 | Reply

    • Wish you hadn’t said that. Whilst I live upstairs II can’t get into the attic. Structural reasons.


      Comment by Ursula — November 20, 2013 @ 16:44 | Reply

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