FOUND:

ONE LOST BEAR

CORNER OF MAIN STREET AND QUINSBOROUGH ROAD, BRAY CO.WICKLOW, OUTSIDE HILTON’S PHARMACY

WILL BE RETURNED WITH FREE TODDLER

(Photoshop tricks learned HERE)

Grandad maimed me elaborately. 

I’ve to describe meself in 6 words, which would be -

Moody; Loyal; Misinterpreted; Lazy; Ditzy; Strange

You know what?  I’m going to save you all the ball-ache of doing this or explaining to me that you’ve already done it, thank you very much, and I’m going to go off and trawl the internet for random blogs as a random curiosity project for myself instead.

Here’s who I found:

My Strange Blog… Rick Gottlieb’s Blog… RealFake… Stalking with the stars… Truckdriver Blog 

(You don’t know me, but I just maimed you.  My dad made me do it.)

Rest easy ladies and gentlemen, for it has arrived:

We all knew it would be created, that it was a matter of inevitability, and now here it is.

Bloggers United

Sign up and take part in what will soon be the biggest blogging forum in the world!

*cue fireworks*

Remember, you heard it from me first.

Thanks Roy :)

I picked up a few Galweigans from Johnny Fox’s today, let them out for a quick ice-cream at the Spar in Enniskerry, then brought them up to the Ritz-Carlton where they were staying.  I asked them what it was like, being that these seemed a particularily un-snobberly bunch of people. 

Betsy- Ah, it’s graaand… you know, don’t go in if you have dirty shoes though! 

Me- So how long are you staying in this neck of the woods?

Betsy- Just the one night, home tomorrow.

Betsy’s son (leans forward from back)- We saved for two years for this holiday!

I throw my head back and laugh heartily until I realise that they aren’t laughing with me.  I picture a sad-looking penny jar much like my own.

Me- I hope they wipe your bum for you?

Betsy (with complete agreement from son)- They don’t have toilets in there!

Me- Huh?

Betsy- Sure nobody in there has an anus!  *collapses in laughter*

Betsy’s son- *sighs contentedly* Ahhh… the guinness in Johhny Fox’s goes a long long way…

Here is something I Stumbled upon that pleased the tiny hairs on the back of my neck.  I hope it pleases yours too.

This is what you shall do:  Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labour to others, hate tyrants… have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.

-Walt Whitman

(source: http://www.rfincher.com/)

heh heh…

Two for flinching! *pow* *pow*

This photo is courtesy of TAT’s brother, whos friend just returned from his holidays to find this ugly bitch.  Yes he lives in Australia.

I did it!  Tea and coffee was supplied for 40 people last night, the chairs were arranged in an enormous semi-circle and the lighting was suitably dimmed.  A hush fell over the room.  I got up first and gave my speech.  I was magnetic, incandescent, riveting even.  I only said ‘bollocks’ once, but it was with reference to a politican so was received well.

When I finished and took an emotionally laden breath before saying ‘Thank you and good night…’  the room erupted with the applause of the only five people that turned up.

Oh well…

I did learn in all seriousness that the intense nervousness felt before an event is in direct inverse proportion to the ‘Thank Jaysus that’s over’ relief felt afterwards, which, in my case, was as powerful as a dose of heroin.  So that was nice.

I’m a girl surrounded by chocolate who’s blog is one year old today!!!

I’m going to throw my CPU into the big ball pool at fun-zone to celebrate.

I had two budgies until recently.  The blue one was a male called Waldorf, and the yellow one a girl; Sunny.  Sunny flew away when I accidentally left the window open two days ago.  I wandered around the road a bit to feel like I was doing something constructive, knowing all along that she is most likely fucked.

Waldorf was very quiet yesterday.  Today though, I see that he’s bought in a 6 pack and now appears to have a tiny hash plant and an ugly leather chair in his cage.  That didn’t take long. 

I’m writing this post just in case Sunny has found her way into a house somewhere and has found an internet connection.  If she finds this post maybe she’ll be more inclined to come home and kick his ass. 

Rainy day boredom + 4B Graphic pencil + mirror=

This is what I almost look like.