The Whore & The Homeless

Sam here.....

I didn't get the job. I'm going to be broke for Christmas. But the family know I'm not working, so maybe they won't be expecting much?

Have you guys seen the new cologne that everyone seems to be talking about? I think it's called Recession, by Calvin Klein. Must try it some day!

Boston Tea Party. He commented me. I read his blog. Interesting guy, check it out. Linky here, yes yes!

Ok. So onto real things. Internet died. I'm in college typing this. I brought my laptop in, skipped classes and just sat here on Bebo and reading blogs all day. Very fulfilling. Let me tell you!

So yes, after Dar decides that he never wants a shot of my box again, excuse the pun, I began to throw myself around. Like somewhat of a slut. But classy like that.

We have a little code developed in my phonebook. If they have the number zero in front of their name, they want sex. Or I want sex. I have like 0unknown, 0unknown1, 0unknown number2. I was never good at names. But then we have like '0Colin town'.

I know being a slut isn't a glamorous thing. But I have retained certain things. I will not blow a married man, nor will I be blown by a married man. HIV is just like an instant no, and their number is put on my blocked list. I have rules.

But Ste. Oh Ste. We have shitloads in common. We get on really well. We both hate the same things. We're both super sarcastic. The thing is he makes about €30,000 more than unemployed me a year, which can be unfair at the best of times. But he's like my sugar daddy. of 6 months my senior...

Anyway, yes. Ste is like old fashioned courtship. He's nice, considerate and he came and met me from college and walked me to the bus stop today. How nice is that. So my open door policy to casual blowing is coming to an end.

Ah yes, more news. You lovely readers should know my disdain for our begging friend, linky here, Yes, well I was on the bus into College this morning, I caught him at it again, and subsequently photographed him.

And I was harassed. Me. Harassed. By a woman who was wearing a skirt so tight, it made her fat ass so unbelievably, em, unbelievable! Needless to say, I put my €30 headphones back in, hit play on my €279 iPod, and took out my €279 phone, and snapped away, sending a few copies via my high speed data network in my lovely 1st world country. That fat bitch. And ugh, none of her business.

When the recession throws her out on the street, needless to say, I won't be throwing my change in her cup. I put everything on my Laser card. Do you know how many germs live on coins?

And of course the picture is here for the taking.

Don't be ridiculous.

Sour Ireland.

It's a depressing truth; Ireland is in a recession. And it just keeps getting worse. Almost everything has been cut. There's two things which are particularly affecting me - Medical cards & Free college education. Things just keep getting more & more expensive. And my parents haven't got a pension.

 

 

Anybody over the age of 65, who is a resident of the Free Republic of Ireland is entitled to a card, which entitles them to free medical healthcare. Everything is covered. The cards were introduced in 2001 when Ireland was in the height of prosperity, money was flowing free. Everyone had LCD TV's, Audi's and 3 sun holidays a year. So while everyone was in the mint, the elderly got medical cards.

Now there's a recession. A poxy recession. So in the budget that has pushed the price of most things up, they revoked the medical cards for certain categories. Like 2 older people living together are not entitled to a medical card. Loads of conditions like that, which is very unfair. And my parents are about twelve years away from being entitled to these benefits. But not now.

If the government added 50CENT to the price of alcohol, they wouldn't have to cut the medical card.

 

My parents don't have state pensions. Their state jobs give them pensions, but that's less than €200 a week. So my parents are going to have pay for medicine and heat and electricity all on about €400 a week. That is tragic. I don't know how their going to live through the future. Why am I worried about it?

 

 

Anybody who is attending (3rd level) college for the first time in Ireland is entitled to a free education.  I had to pay €900 as a capitation fee to college, but that covers the whole year, and is a small amount in comparison to what I would pay without the free education thing.

The government is introducing college fees again. €2,700. For 1 year of college. That's ridiculous. So all the Colleges in Dublin and surrounding areas are going on a protest march to the Department of Education! We're 'fighting the fees'.

Them fuckers aren't making me pay!

5 Addictions!

Sam Here....

Jack challenged me to write about 5 addictions, So here I go....

#1 - Slip on Shoes

I have a bit of an addiction. I can't get enough of slip-on shoes. I have 5 pairs, and one pair of lace ups. Like they're so comfortable and easy to wear. Its like walking around in slippers. But there's no insole. So your foot isn't supported. So your arches collapse. But god their comfy.

#2 - Buying New Phones On A Whim!

I'm so bad at this. I have to stop buying new phones. I'm Nokia, Sony & Sony Ericsson's collective wet dream.

From top to bottom, left to right.

Nokia 3310, Nokia 6020, Sony Ericsson W810, Nokia E51 (current phone), Sony CMD-J5, Nokia 3210, Nokia 3510i, Nokia 6230i.

There's about €1,000 worth of phone there. God I'm wasteful.

#3 - iTunes

I'm an iAddict. Seriously. Like the first thing open on the laptop is iTunes. I just can't get enough. I love music, I love the whole thumbnail view thing we've got going on there. I love how it organises itself, unlike a certain media player, made by windows, which is so hard to use and so unorganised that I just didn't have a media player until i bough my 1st iPod and got iTunes with it. Cough cough.

#4 - Touchin' Me Willy!

Yep, that's right. I love beating my meat. Like when you can make yourself feel that great, can you blame me for not wanting to put on clothes and get out of bed in the morning? And on a weekly average, I'd be considered an addict. At least I'm not on drugs....

#5 - Making Up New Drinks

Vodka mixes well with....

• 7up and Ribena
• Orange and Lemon
• Lime
• Dr. Pepper
• Cranberry and strawberries
• Lucozade
• Red Bull and Gingerale
• Apple Mickey Finns.

Try them!

Ok, so now I have to pass this challenge on to other people! So,

Justin, the ball is in your court.

JBGBC, same to you!

Chris, the challenge is yours....

Craig. This should be good!

Workin' & Lovin'

Sam here....


Ok. So i've had a sex date and a proper date. Also, I'm getting a job. And I got my tragus re-pierced. Badly.

I'm going to go through them one by one.

So yeah, I met this guy. Went to his. He, in his words 'can't take it'. That was a compliment. I blew him. He came, and proceeded to rudely throw me out me his apartment. What a bastard. But i left a lit cigarette in the stairwell of his building. The fire alarm should have gone off because it was a no smoking building. Good enough for him.

I met ste online. Random add. And it was a bit of a coincidental meet up, but we both get on really well. Like we went for a walk, and both of us had so much in common, it was strange. And when I woke up the next day, he text me, telling me he had a great night. So its all good, I'm seeing him tomorrow at some point for coffee and a chat.


Way back in September 2005 until some point in 2006, I worked in a shitty supermarket. It was low wages, shit work and my manager hated my guts. I was an illegal employee, so they could pay whatever they like, you know that way? Anyway, I'm still on good terms with most people there, and bitch manager has left. So I applied for a job, and I'll know on monday. Money is money at the end of the day and the shop is literally at the other end of the road. So its alright.


Oh. I got my tragus pierced. Again. And its right on none side. Like 1mm, is all that stops it from ripping. I feel ripped off. If it rips, I'll get it done again.

Movie Night, Money, Motivated & Something Else That Begins With M!

Sam here....

 

 

So I'm slowly finding my niche in the world. Like on Monday night just gone, we had a movie night. It was actually brilliant in terms of the social thing. Like we all arrived, and whatever, so while the butch lesbians sort out all the technical stuff while us gays talk away, we all kind of, in out own way, basically say that we all see each other around, but we don't know whether to say hi or not, in case whatever. So we all laugh about it, and so everyone is loosened up, everyone is playing nice and whatever, and the lesbians united tell us the DVD player is fucked. We have a computer, a projector and nothing else. So Me and another guy fun down with money and everybody's coffee orders, get the order (I got his number too...) and when we arrived back up, there's some very camp guys bebo page up on the projector and one of the guys is saying 'Yeah, so he gave a friend of mine Crabs and then dumped him. What a cunt' and we all agree. So for the next 2 hours, we sit there drinking coffee, going through exes bebos, myspaces and facebooks, while everyone judges them! The Photoshoot Attitude Crew didn't make an appearance at all though. Fuck 'em.

 

Something happened. Today I was in college, and as usual, I was fucking tired. So I decided to go to the coffee place and get one. I'm ordering a grande Cappuccino to go, while looking in my bag for change, I look up. And die.

About 2 weeks ago, I was somewhere where men who do be liking sausage go. Purely for sausage. Met this guy. Kinda disgusted me, but he gave me his number and I said I'd text him. Didn't even save the number! So I look up, and it's him. I go crimson. Pay and basically try to walk out of the place without blowing any more of its staff.

 

I'm officially poor. I'm spending money like I'm employed. But I'm not. So what the fuck, I have €150 to last me until the 1st of November. I have 2 parties this weekend. Next weekend, I have a house party and I'm going camping. I have A party on the 29th and the 31st. So will someone please stretch €150 over that. I'm not drinking anymore as well, I'll explain in a minute. But I need to pay €18 a week until November for transport as well. So yeah, I'm fucked

I beat Dublin Bus at their own game. The transport game! I cycles to college, saved myself €4, and was half an hour early. I passed the bus I would be on, when it was stuck in traffic. It sped past me on an open road, then 5 minutes later it was in a 2KM tailback. And I nipped through all the angry drivers. Air in my lungs. Why?

Diet. No more alcohol, Cycling to College, loads of other steps. It remains to be seen whether or not it has an impact?