Isn't it funny when you have ALL these unanswered questions, and they're eating you up on the inside, and then, poof, all these answers just fall into your lap.
I've made some decisions.
And a hot girl just messaged me her phone number, god, what a great day.
Earlier tonight i booked my flights to Edinburgh, and me and Raistlyn are going to see the Ataris in Glasgow on the 3rd of May. Hells ya. Can't wait.
AND.....I never said, Erin McKeown is playing in Cork, April 4th, i can't fucking wait. I LOVE her, and she's playing here, eeeeep. The hot guy in the record store around the corner from my work told me about the gig, cuz he knows i live her. Awww. And i've got my ticket, and am counting down the days.
So, i joined a dating site recently, i know. Don't ask. But anyway, some guy contacted me and he flat out asked where am i from, cuz i'm clearly not from Cork. And this has baffled me. Because, i actually get it A LOT. When i was young, people thought i was an adopted Chinese orphan, now people think i'm eastern european. I'm from Cork, born and fucking bred. I couldn't be MORE Irish if i tried.
I mean, i have a dodgy Cork accent, which Raistlyn keeps reminding me doens't quite fit, i'm from Douglas, not Knocknaheeny. I work on Patrick Street, did Feis Matthews when i was a kid. I only have a cupla focal as Gailige, like most Irish people. I just find it weird, that SO irish, and people keep confusing me for Latvian.......
Anyway, I've been raking over the past a bit the last few days. Mike wants to go down the divorce road, you know, divvy up shit, and stop hanging out as much, which in itself has upset me. Anyway, that's not for here, dunno where that's cocking for, but not for here i fear. Anyway, i found this photo, and it sums up 3 entire years.
It was taken on top of a ferris wheel, and i'm all happy and grinning like a loon, cuz i LOVE the fair, and he's a grumpy cunt. Like usual. But i have to say, i'm sad to close the door on the last 4 years, but his new lady insists on it, and i have to be mature.......
I'm off to Brighton this weekend, i do admit, i am REALLY looking forward to it. There are a few but's, butlet's see what happens eh? Hopefully it'll be a good laugh. I get to meet some lovely people that i've only internet stalked before, and well, some other people too....
Oh, before i forget, SG Ireland meet, 31st of March, in the Foggy in Dublin. If anyone fancies it, come along, the more the merrier. And if you can get to Dublin AT ALL, just gimme a shout, and come, it'll be a good night, those lot, even though they're quiet in group, and shit at organzing, they're so great. I'm mad about them.
And i'm gonna nick this off Argentum. I love Rise Against, i do hope my exam doesn't fall on the same day as the gig...
Night fuckers.
I've made some decisions.
And a hot girl just messaged me her phone number, god, what a great day.
Earlier tonight i booked my flights to Edinburgh, and me and Raistlyn are going to see the Ataris in Glasgow on the 3rd of May. Hells ya. Can't wait.
AND.....I never said, Erin McKeown is playing in Cork, April 4th, i can't fucking wait. I LOVE her, and she's playing here, eeeeep. The hot guy in the record store around the corner from my work told me about the gig, cuz he knows i live her. Awww. And i've got my ticket, and am counting down the days.
So, i joined a dating site recently, i know. Don't ask. But anyway, some guy contacted me and he flat out asked where am i from, cuz i'm clearly not from Cork. And this has baffled me. Because, i actually get it A LOT. When i was young, people thought i was an adopted Chinese orphan, now people think i'm eastern european. I'm from Cork, born and fucking bred. I couldn't be MORE Irish if i tried.
I mean, i have a dodgy Cork accent, which Raistlyn keeps reminding me doens't quite fit, i'm from Douglas, not Knocknaheeny. I work on Patrick Street, did Feis Matthews when i was a kid. I only have a cupla focal as Gailige, like most Irish people. I just find it weird, that SO irish, and people keep confusing me for Latvian.......
Anyway, I've been raking over the past a bit the last few days. Mike wants to go down the divorce road, you know, divvy up shit, and stop hanging out as much, which in itself has upset me. Anyway, that's not for here, dunno where that's cocking for, but not for here i fear. Anyway, i found this photo, and it sums up 3 entire years.
It was taken on top of a ferris wheel, and i'm all happy and grinning like a loon, cuz i LOVE the fair, and he's a grumpy cunt. Like usual. But i have to say, i'm sad to close the door on the last 4 years, but his new lady insists on it, and i have to be mature.......
I'm off to Brighton this weekend, i do admit, i am REALLY looking forward to it. There are a few but's, butlet's see what happens eh? Hopefully it'll be a good laugh. I get to meet some lovely people that i've only internet stalked before, and well, some other people too....
Oh, before i forget, SG Ireland meet, 31st of March, in the Foggy in Dublin. If anyone fancies it, come along, the more the merrier. And if you can get to Dublin AT ALL, just gimme a shout, and come, it'll be a good night, those lot, even though they're quiet in group, and shit at organzing, they're so great. I'm mad about them.
And i'm gonna nick this off Argentum. I love Rise Against, i do hope my exam doesn't fall on the same day as the gig...
Night fuckers.
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i got some even better pics of a bunch of us this weekend. keep an eye out for them to appear in the next few days!
i hope alls well with you mate, an can't wait to see you again...whenever thats gonna be. won't be soon enough though.