...I recently fell in love with these shoes and I want them. Now.
Friday, February 27, 2009
dogs...
...are hilarious. I just saw two of my boy dogs fornicating in the back garden.
I was accused of being crude today. I believe not, I find crudeness is so unbecoming in a young lady.
I'm so booored right now. It's Friday, I wish I had thought to go shopping earlier than quarter to nine. Everyone is doing something, I mean everyone. Don't think of me as that much of a loser, even if I do.
Alas, Remi Gaillard has been keeping me entertained on this uneventful night, he is excellent.
I was accused of being crude today. I believe not, I find crudeness is so unbecoming in a young lady.
I'm so booored right now. It's Friday, I wish I had thought to go shopping earlier than quarter to nine. Everyone is doing something, I mean everyone. Don't think of me as that much of a loser, even if I do.
Alas, Remi Gaillard has been keeping me entertained on this uneventful night, he is excellent.
Friday, February 6, 2009
The Excorcism of The Happy-Go-Lucky Scamp 2
THAT FUCKER TRIED TO FUCKING EXORCISE ME FOR REAL...
No joke, I swear to God (irony, friends).
He made me place a hand on a pillow in front of him and then he put his hands beside it for a while.
The verdict: I'm an irritable asshole who has 100% toxic levels, with a bad stomach 'cause of all the crap I eat and all the contact with electronic devices is blocking up my chakras, thus banishing me from the path to enlightenment.
All I can say to that is he's lucky I'm a non-believer, or I would be severely offfended.
No joke, I swear to God (irony, friends).
He made me place a hand on a pillow in front of him and then he put his hands beside it for a while.
The verdict: I'm an irritable asshole who has 100% toxic levels, with a bad stomach 'cause of all the crap I eat and all the contact with electronic devices is blocking up my chakras, thus banishing me from the path to enlightenment.
All I can say to that is he's lucky I'm a non-believer, or I would be severely offfended.
The Excorcism of The Happy-Go-Lucky Scamp
My mother has some whack-job in the house casting out spirits, demons and all other manner of creepy make-believe shit, and this is the only room in the house that I can be in without him bursting in and exorcising my good self, hence a nice ould post on blogger. Honestly, people actually believe that stuff, I mean really believe in it. My mother is particularly nuts. You walk in the door of our house and find yourself confronted with three Buddhas, twenty angels and a Chinese dragon thrown in for good measure.
It's confusing if anything, especially when I get a smack for not saying the angelus before the RTE news every evening. I've asked her what the big idea is with the mixed up theology, but the only answer I get is an offer of reiki to clear my aura of all the badness which is obviously the reason for my 'acting in a negative way'.
It's no wonder I'm an atheist.
I don't know what his judgment is on the place yet, the spiritual fella that is, he's being fed cake in the sitting room by my mother, but I did hear her ask my brother if he felt the house felt lighter now.
Oh deary me. At least it's Friday, that means people are home and I can escape the fear being subject to a load of hocus pocus shit over the weekend.
It's confusing if anything, especially when I get a smack for not saying the angelus before the RTE news every evening. I've asked her what the big idea is with the mixed up theology, but the only answer I get is an offer of reiki to clear my aura of all the badness which is obviously the reason for my 'acting in a negative way'.
It's no wonder I'm an atheist.
I don't know what his judgment is on the place yet, the spiritual fella that is, he's being fed cake in the sitting room by my mother, but I did hear her ask my brother if he felt the house felt lighter now.
Oh deary me. At least it's Friday, that means people are home and I can escape the fear being subject to a load of hocus pocus shit over the weekend.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Graffiti...
...is one of my most favourite things in the world. I spotted these on a side street in Dublin yesterday while I was up there sticking it to the man at the students protest. The man being Batt O'Keefe. Some of the more original placard slogans included; 'Battman is Robin students', 'Fuck You Cowen' and 'My arms hurt'.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Global warming? What global warming?....
....I'm frickin' freezing! A good day was spent scowling at customers every time they opened the door of the shop and left the cold in. I also found loads of ways to wrap myself around the little heater in a pretzel-like fashion.
Maybe I should take up photography and turn this into one of those pointless poser blogs, not that this blog actually has a point, but you know the ones I'm talking about. One photo of a girl (the blogger) flicking her hair is followed by text somewhere along the lines of ''i really wish there were more words that required the letter 'z'.''
I even resolved to stay inside this evening and refuse the many propositions that usually come my way of an evening time. Alas, I then realised all my friends are gone back to college after the Christmas break, or studying for the leaving cert. Yep, today was the day it hit me that I am all alone for the next couple of months. Old hobbies will be resurrected, and I'll be forced to become friends with my family.
You never know, I could discover, in my isolation, that I'm a gifted writer, painter, or just really good at reading and texting. Yeah, that's the extent of my hobbies.Maybe I should take up photography and turn this into one of those pointless poser blogs, not that this blog actually has a point, but you know the ones I'm talking about. One photo of a girl (the blogger) flicking her hair is followed by text somewhere along the lines of ''i really wish there were more words that required the letter 'z'.''
Maybe not.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Another thing what i learned this week...
....is that under your duvet is a really bad place to hide naggans of Jack Daniels and packets of Marlboro reds. I keep forgetting that I no longer have the freedom that I had in Dublin, and that those kind of items will get me into trouble down here. It all ended quite well though, this spell in the bad books. My dad asked me for a fag after it all simmered down.
In other news, I have a new found dislike for bouncers from Cork. Last Saturday night, the production of my fake I.D was met with a smug laugh, and even more laughter when I tried to protest that indeed it was my passport and that special U.V. light thingy must be wrong! It all ended well though with me sprawled on the couch of a friend of a friend saying, ''No..no..can't move, I'll get sick'', followed by a jaunty walk home for more of the aforementioned Jack Daniels. All in all a pretty good night, but I still haven't forgiven those mean bouncers for making me miss the gig to end all gigs.
In other news, I have a new found dislike for bouncers from Cork. Last Saturday night, the production of my fake I.D was met with a smug laugh, and even more laughter when I tried to protest that indeed it was my passport and that special U.V. light thingy must be wrong! It all ended well though with me sprawled on the couch of a friend of a friend saying, ''No..no..can't move, I'll get sick'', followed by a jaunty walk home for more of the aforementioned Jack Daniels. All in all a pretty good night, but I still haven't forgiven those mean bouncers for making me miss the gig to end all gigs.
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