Oh, it's weird typing in this thing again. But I like it here, where it's really only our place and we can type and type forever without the restraints and leering eyes at Bebo ( Read more... )

I'm at home, John sitting on my ground. I set him on Bebo and made his Myspace better. Loads of new pictures! I would have gone out tonight, ALISON. I'm sorry. I was just so set up for a night in and I absolutely can't be hungover tomorrow. No no no!

I got three free days now and I'm bringing my baby to Donegal. It'll be fun. Just to piss around the countryside. Introduce him to the relatives. I don't know how he'll do it, I'd be shit scared! But he's actually good with people ( Read more... )

# Working 9 to 5 ( Read more... )

Hurray! I am happy! Movies @ Dundrum hired me. I've got my training tomorrow. This is funny going up against my last entry. Fuck you Cineworld! I should get a bike or something to travel from Stepaside, because it's mostly downhill. It's just the trek uphill that sucks, obviously ( Read more... )

Bah, I'm so bitter about UGC (oops, 'Cineworld') I avoided the place as long as I could. I obviously haven't got the job. Boo. John casually mentioned the supervisor (who he gave my CV to) was friends with his ex-girlfriend, and my paranoid notions of course pin this as the reason. It's a conspiracy! Or... there's the obvious reason that I - just ( Read more... )

Mmm. Sociopaths ( Read more... )

I am deathly sick (dramatic sweep of wrist across forehead). A simple brush against my neck, glands whatever the hell causes a pain... oh, not worth making friends with! God, I'm delirious ( Read more... )

Mmm. I've been looking up courses and such because I have to CAO (yes, I'm using it as a verb) by the 1st of February. You know, I'd prefer to remain a bum the rest of my life, but alas, I cannot. So, I've been favouring Arts in Maynooth ( Read more... )

It has been a strange day indeed! Well, no, actually it hasn't. I went to the Voodoo lounge last night, for the first time I might add. The bands were of a unbearable shouty metal type, and John's friends' band was not so much a musical experience as comedic. Thanks to a little friend called alcohol. And I don't mean that in a bitter "it was a ( Read more... )