It is tough to turn turn the guiness into gold. But then again, who can really stand the chill? Setting goals, I have decided, is just ridiculous. What can you accomplish when you're down and dedicated. Something will always get in the way and change your mind.
I could really get along these days if I had a good irish pub. I mean public house. Not some jaggerooty establishment that screams Ireland while serving jalapeno poppers and jello shots.
I need a place and mates where I can be going. Where I can go and not be met by fucked up urbanites and jaded, lame, "dude try the garlic fries" bartenders.
I just don't think I belong anywhere near here anymore. It would be nice to have a mate. And the pub mentioned above.
I could really get along these days if I had a good irish pub. I mean public house. Not some jaggerooty establishment that screams Ireland while serving jalapeno poppers and jello shots.
I need a place and mates where I can be going. Where I can go and not be met by fucked up urbanites and jaded, lame, "dude try the garlic fries" bartenders.
I just don't think I belong anywhere near here anymore. It would be nice to have a mate. And the pub mentioned above.
frigga:
i get down on my knees every night and thank Odin there isn't a "pub" or "mates" around here.
gobuildinhell:
whatever wife. its pub and mates (in the best possible way) and me being nice and cheery after 3 pints, or me drinking my weight at home.
