Lola – The Kinks

I’ve gone political.

Oh yes indeed, I’ve gone motherfucking political! I got a letter addressed to ‘Samuel’. How fucking personal. I can spot something automatically generated when it’s to Samuel, not Sam.

Anyway, they were going to open a Chinese take away up the road from me, but these clownish councillors blocked the application “on your(sic) behalf”. Fucking cunts speaking for me. They only did it to get the old peoples votes. They claim it will cause ‘anti-social behaviour’, and ‘litter’. Have you pricks ever heard of a bin? I’m going to start posting them fried rice and chicken balls. Is that harassment actually?

 

In other news 4onDemand (4oD) makes me Jizz In My Pants. It’s for windows only. Bet you’re sorry you shitty machine has fruit on it now, appley wankers! Clicky this sentence to start the downloader! It’s basicallt a load of british television series’, movies(the only thing you have to pay for) and documentaries. But 4 make tasteless documentaries like ‘my meth newborn’, and ‘crippendales'’, a documentary about disabled strippers. It’s heroic! It helps pass the hours, and everything but movies are free! G’wan, try it!

Islands in The Stream(with Kenny Rogers) – Dolly Parton

Toshiba are ridiculous. How does it take 4-6 working weeks to replace a fucking charger?! I guess I’m back to this old piece of shit:

Shit, right? But I finally got my fucked up feet fixed today. Details are disgusting, and even I think they are but there’s details to be had.

 My feet were fucked, and thought that there was something wrong, and started producing excess flesh, overlapping my toenails, causing infection. So I had loads of infected flesh, causing massive pain.

But now, everything is ok. Yer one was scraping away, and I was giggling from the injections and gas! She even highfive’d me on the way out.

Now the injection has worn off, my foot is throbbing, an the painkillers just give me a headache and make me really dizzy. I can still feel all the pain. Wonderful.

At least I’m not in college tomorrow…

One Minute To Midnight by Justice

Don’t even start me gays!

 

Jesus shit day of the year wha’? It feels like I have PMS. I want to Cry Sleep, Eat chocolate and stab everyone all at the same time. Let me recap:

Actually, I’m hormonal enough to use bullet points! >:/

 

1. My laptop charger is broken and THESE ASSHOLES aren’t helping by refusing to speak to me. DO I LOOK LIKE I DON’T HAVE MONEY. YOU’RE SUCH A CUNT, I’LL HAVE YOU ON THE NEXT FERRY OUT OF HERE YOU SMALL COCK PRICK!
2. I lost my Laser card. Like gone. And the shitty thing is I put money into it this morning. 5 working days can chew my sweaty ballsack.
3. My horrendously overpriced Nokia died from low battery at 1PM. after 4 and a half hours’ bare usage. I am not a happy bunny!
4. I went into Sony today, with my repair docket, and they didn’t find my item in the system. OhShit.com, right?
5. The CAO system is closed for applications in the 2008/2009 school year. I missed the deadline, despite being told that I had until the 1st of July. FUCK.

 

1. I bought new clothes today. Loving it. Green seems to be the theme of the day!
2. JUSTIN, I fucking love you! Loving the tee man, very fetching. I’ll hit you up with something Irish soon man!
3. I lost 3 more pounds. Go me, I did nothing to earn it…

 

I’m going to bed to cry and watch 4oD. Fuck you all. The world can cunt right off :(

Heartbeats by Jose González

So,

Something I’ve never shared with you, dear readers, is when I got really bored I cut my own hair. And then if things get really dull, I’ll take something apart, attempt to fix/clean it and put it back together.

The only thing that bothers me about being here is the lack of internet, and not being able to leave the house, for not knowing anyone. Like I had a 2 hour bath yesterday. I just put my laptop on the toilet, put iTunes on shuffle and just soaked away. It was actually really relaxing, aside from anything else.

I’ve been thinking too, and something my mother said to me chilled me to the bone, without meaning to. She said my sister had never had a serious boyfriend. And I was thinking, neither have I. And nor has my brother. So what’s wrong? How come none of us have anyone? Is it our mannerisms, the way we were brought up? Is it a family thing to be perpetually alone, or am I seeing connections and similarities that aren’t there at all? I’ll think about it, and look into it.

I’m afraid that this post will be horrendously short, because nothing has happened since I last wrote.

I might make another sex tape…

Happiness Is A Warm Gun by The Beatles

So, right, get this.

I’m in motherfucking hell. I’m not going to dwell, but this is the worst long weekend ever.

So basically, I’m up in Northern Ireland this weekend with the ‘rents and brother. My mother is from a small rural village outside Belfast, where we happen to own several residences. So we’re in one of these god awful houses. No Friends. No Wi-Fi .No Phone line. No Digital TV. No phone. (without paying horrendous fees for roaming.) So basically I’m fucked, and it’s like 2 weeks until my exams, so I’m here to get fuckloads of study done. Doesn’t that sound like a great way to spend my 4 day weekend? Super Duper!

I was out on the lock last night. Oh, this is being written on the 1st of May, by the way, but I obviously can’t publish, due to like, no internet. Anyway, yeah, I went out on the piss with college last night. We went to PrHomo on Wicklow Street. There was pre-drinks in mine for the LGBT in college. Jesus Christ, my poor mother nearly had a conniption when she walked in and we were exchanging fashion tips and doing each others hair. But seriously, she claimed she had a great gaydar, and I died a little inside. So we were in PrHomo and I met loads of people I know not from college, just from out and about, and had an amazing night with them. See?

I think he looks a bit like yer man from Circle In A World of Squares..

 

 

 

 

 

Shane McGowan much? That was on the way to get food in Gay Charlie’s actually. It’s not actually gay specifically, but it’s across the road for the G, and the twinks come in from a long night of self importance to binge&purge on Chicken Fried Rice. So it’s known as Gay Charlie’s. Oh man, I was totalled. I had a bottle of €13 vodka before I’d even left the house, then proceeded to spend €35 on €2 shots and €3 beers. So you do the math, my head hurts! I got home at about 5 or 6, had an hours sleep, and went to college, in the same clothes, drunk as a motherfucker still. I had a lab today worth 25% as well, so like, it’s not even funny. I’m sitting here typing and I’ve got the shakes. It was so so much fun though, and I’m just on cloud nine.

 

I DESPISE new build houses, leaving me fucked for all of the future! Let me explain. My house was built in 1929. You can run into the walls and cause more damage to yourself, and the wall will not even have moved. If someone is downstairs screaming, they can’t be heard upstairs. It’s a solid house, a very fucking solid house.

But the house where I am right now in the north is a New Build. Well it was ours on the 10th of July 1996. And I hate the motherfucking thing with a passion. I was in the upstairs bathroom, and could hear the washing machine filling downstairs. I’m in the kitchen, and just heard my phone beep upstairs. Like it’s a Nokia, it just beeps once, on a lowish volume(I hate message tones with a passion). The walls aren’t thin, their new standard, but compared to my lovely solid Dublin house, this place is shit. I dunno, it feels so much less private here.

I’m very hungover. Thanks for listening to me rant. I’ll churn out a few posts this weekend…