Yesterday I helped Q and F set up a library at the shelter and today my shoulder is hurting so much I don't want to move it. I knew I was pushing it, but apparently I never learn. Gunshot-wounded shoulders do not like carrying heavy loads for hours and hours. No. This is what I have learned ( Read more... )

Q! Are you the person who sent me the lovely towel with a dolphin on it!?

Adam is my new good friend! He is funny!

I have no money. I have no job. And despite submitting resumes and applying for jobs, I have no hope of getting a job in the near future. I have about three cans of food in the pantry and that's it. I'm actually hungry. The charmed boy says. I have never been hungry in my life. I'm not whining, and I know exactly where to go to handle the ( Read more... )

Adrina and I will be back in London on Sunday.

That's really all there is to say except my Aunt Susanna and Uncle Dermot finally got their heads out of their arses and are treating F with the respect he deserves. Only about a decade too late, but better late than never.

Apparently Quinn's brainwaves are looking good! I have NO idea what that means, but the word 'good' sounds fantastic to me! He's out of the woods and now he has good brainwaves!

That's my little brother. My strong, amazing little brother. He's going to be just fine, he has to be.

My younger brother Quinn started off as my strange Northern cousin, Ardal. He was the son of my Irish relatives. Mum's sister, Aunt Susanna, and her husband Dermot. I remember they never visited us because we lived in England. We always had to go to them, which we did occasionally. We made the trip up to Whitehead to see where Mum had grown up ( Read more... )

I quit my motherfraking job today.

Thank God.

No, Eamon. You are not allowed to create a virus to take down the company you work for. No matter how good pretending to design it might feel...

And hopefully me ranting to blow off steam won't see my girlfriend pulling away from me again.

I don't know how much longer I can do this.