sometimes when im nervous or scared i ramble..for that i am sorry...i dont mean to dwell on things but sometimes you need to dwell and think and come up with all the scenarios and understand what might happen and sometimes i get lost in a bottle or 6 of wine..for that i am sorry.
we've all been to the point where we deal with things as much as we can and then we need a crutch..sorry ive been an invalid for so long..im working on it, so bare with me..ok?
keep on rockin'
c
Monday, June 18, 2007
Sometimes I wish I was a camel
So then when I decide to drink the guts of 6 bottles of red, white and organic wine I would dehydrate and wake at 5am with a stinking hangover and still drunk..I'd have been kept nice and watered during the night and would have gotten some decent sleep
The idea of the drinking of wine on a Sunday came when I didnt make Tasha's 23rd birthday on Friday. And then I had to cancel drinks with John and Dave on Saturday and drinks with Mary later on Saturday, so I owed it to myself and to society to have a drink yesterday and catch up on girl catch with Tasha..oh how I loved it and regret it at the same time...like kissing an ex boyfriend or someone you know is an asshole
So here I sit in my pj's on what I keep thinking is a Tuesday when infact it's a Monday..I had another recruitment thing this morning and of course being who I am and how I read maps I had no idea where it was so I got a cab part of the way there..and then I looked in my bag and I realised I didnt have the full address, just the street..that had 200 offices/buildings whatever..luckily I got luckily..the woman at the interview kept yawning and talking at the same time, while I nodded and tried not to puke on the job spec.
On the way back, I wanted to punish myself for all the drinking so I decided to walk, however walking in anything with a raised heel = pain, and fuck me, i got lost..again....2 hrs later (should have taken me 30mins door to door) I crawled in my door, felt sorry for myself, made lunch and finished off season 4 of sex in the city..hence my wanting to write a blog..not that I know if anyone readds this but I dont give a continental donkey...so I just punished myself and made myself clean up the mess for yesterday and I nearly broke my arse again..I washed the slippery wooden floors and towel dried them with teatowels= iceskating in the middle of June in Dublin
Dont try it at home kids....I need something fizzy to drink or I might die
Keep on rockin'
C
The idea of the drinking of wine on a Sunday came when I didnt make Tasha's 23rd birthday on Friday. And then I had to cancel drinks with John and Dave on Saturday and drinks with Mary later on Saturday, so I owed it to myself and to society to have a drink yesterday and catch up on girl catch with Tasha..oh how I loved it and regret it at the same time...like kissing an ex boyfriend or someone you know is an asshole
So here I sit in my pj's on what I keep thinking is a Tuesday when infact it's a Monday..I had another recruitment thing this morning and of course being who I am and how I read maps I had no idea where it was so I got a cab part of the way there..and then I looked in my bag and I realised I didnt have the full address, just the street..that had 200 offices/buildings whatever..luckily I got luckily..the woman at the interview kept yawning and talking at the same time, while I nodded and tried not to puke on the job spec.
On the way back, I wanted to punish myself for all the drinking so I decided to walk, however walking in anything with a raised heel = pain, and fuck me, i got lost..again....2 hrs later (should have taken me 30mins door to door) I crawled in my door, felt sorry for myself, made lunch and finished off season 4 of sex in the city..hence my wanting to write a blog..not that I know if anyone readds this but I dont give a continental donkey...so I just punished myself and made myself clean up the mess for yesterday and I nearly broke my arse again..I washed the slippery wooden floors and towel dried them with teatowels= iceskating in the middle of June in Dublin
Dont try it at home kids....I need something fizzy to drink or I might die
Keep on rockin'
C
Saturday, June 16, 2007
To stay in or not to stay in...thats a question but ive no money so i dont really have an option
So it's the 2nd Saturday night in a row that I've stayed in in over a year..its true...I know I know..I can't believe it either but when you don't have a job, or have any income other than your parents after having 4 years of complete independance, I really can't ask my parents for any money for going out drinking.....rent is one thing, but asking my parents to fund for my social life, well I'm not a student anymore, so I have to be a responsible adult and hangon wait, lets pretend I didn't say responsible or adult
Anyway...I'm now back in the metropolis of Dublin, I swore I'd never come back after living here for two years as a poor student, but I am
The great plan is to stay just for a year before Nici and I go on a big adventure and travel the seven seas, well ok we plan on flying so flying over a couple of seas and maybe an ocean or three..so maybe its a good thing I'm staying in...get in pratice for the year to come..
Like a ninja training for a fight against Chuck Norris, I am in training to learn how to save and ration my daily allowance like I'll have to do when I travel for 6 months with no income..jesus must apply for a few credit cards for emergencies of course
I've been back in Ireland two weeks tomorrow, can't believe I've left London and my amazing family of friends over there. That's the great thing about being single in London, it's a real eye opener to new people and lifestyles and situations. As hard as the breakup with Tomas was, if it never happened I'd never have had the life I had in London and met people who I consider to be the greatest friends I've ever met...along with my homies back in Ireland.
So Dublin has become this HUGE metropolitan city, it's like I blinked and missed the re-birth of Dublin..it's all chique and new and mostly clean. But fuck me has it become expensive
A vodka coke and a pint cost TWELVE EURO, I nearly had cardiac arrest right there and then.. I think it's back to the day of bringing naggins of vodka in my socks..so if you suddendly see me wearing huge socks on a night out under my jeans..now you know
So I'm living off Thomas Street, which is old school Dublin. It's in the Libertines area where Christian Noble, one of my heros grew up, although she grew up in a broken home and in poverty so it's quite a different setting...but it still has the women selling goods out of their old kids prams, shouting "Lighteerrs two fer a euro, get yer lighteers".
The only complaint I have about this area..well theres two I'll be brief
1- The paths...when wet are OUTRAGIOUSLY slippery..I nearly broke my hole twice in one day trying to walk as quick as I could (running late) and my flip flops had no grips...walking on the pavements when wet, it's basically like trying to walk on ice when wearing plastic bags on your feet
2- the guiness factory..don't get me wrong..it's great...it's dublin, it's iconic..but when they are brewing..holy shit...it smells like burnt black bean sauce all day long..you can even smell it down Dame Street
Anyway this is my first blog since moving to dublin, infact it's my first blog ever...not sure if anyone will ever read it but thats ok..it's for me...wish I had done this a long time ago when I moved to London...maybe someday I'll write my memories
Keep on rockin
C
Anyway...I'm now back in the metropolis of Dublin, I swore I'd never come back after living here for two years as a poor student, but I am
The great plan is to stay just for a year before Nici and I go on a big adventure and travel the seven seas, well ok we plan on flying so flying over a couple of seas and maybe an ocean or three..so maybe its a good thing I'm staying in...get in pratice for the year to come..
Like a ninja training for a fight against Chuck Norris, I am in training to learn how to save and ration my daily allowance like I'll have to do when I travel for 6 months with no income..jesus must apply for a few credit cards for emergencies of course
I've been back in Ireland two weeks tomorrow, can't believe I've left London and my amazing family of friends over there. That's the great thing about being single in London, it's a real eye opener to new people and lifestyles and situations. As hard as the breakup with Tomas was, if it never happened I'd never have had the life I had in London and met people who I consider to be the greatest friends I've ever met...along with my homies back in Ireland.
So Dublin has become this HUGE metropolitan city, it's like I blinked and missed the re-birth of Dublin..it's all chique and new and mostly clean. But fuck me has it become expensive
A vodka coke and a pint cost TWELVE EURO, I nearly had cardiac arrest right there and then.. I think it's back to the day of bringing naggins of vodka in my socks..so if you suddendly see me wearing huge socks on a night out under my jeans..now you know
So I'm living off Thomas Street, which is old school Dublin. It's in the Libertines area where Christian Noble, one of my heros grew up, although she grew up in a broken home and in poverty so it's quite a different setting...but it still has the women selling goods out of their old kids prams, shouting "Lighteerrs two fer a euro, get yer lighteers".
The only complaint I have about this area..well theres two I'll be brief
1- The paths...when wet are OUTRAGIOUSLY slippery..I nearly broke my hole twice in one day trying to walk as quick as I could (running late) and my flip flops had no grips...walking on the pavements when wet, it's basically like trying to walk on ice when wearing plastic bags on your feet
2- the guiness factory..don't get me wrong..it's great...it's dublin, it's iconic..but when they are brewing..holy shit...it smells like burnt black bean sauce all day long..you can even smell it down Dame Street
Anyway this is my first blog since moving to dublin, infact it's my first blog ever...not sure if anyone will ever read it but thats ok..it's for me...wish I had done this a long time ago when I moved to London...maybe someday I'll write my memories
Keep on rockin
C
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