Happy New Year!!

I know it's a bit early in the day to be wishing everyone a Happy New Year, but this is the last chance I'll get sooo....HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! *insert well wishing sentiments here and here*

Hope everyone has a great night, don't get too drunk (the next day just so isn't worth it!) etc etc (wonder if I'll take my own advice during my galivanting through town tonight?!)

Bitchfight anyone?

I'll put my hands up and say it...I've never been in a fight with someone. At 20 years of age, living in a..questionable...part of dublin, I've never actually found myself in that situation. Maybe I will in the future. But at this particular moment in time...no.

Well...that almost all changed last night! In BIFFOLAND of all places. I mean...who expects to go to a bog and very nearly get in a bitchfight....merely because you're from Dublin? Eh...call me stupid (don't!) but not me! Now...usually I'm very much a 'use your words' type of gal, so the thoughts of having to actually physically fight someone made me want to run home crying for my mammy..(which would have been a bit hard like...considering I was in Offaly. I don't think I can run that far....)

Back story? Ok!

So, myself and a friend (those who know me can guess who she is...those who don't...well it's not crucial to the story and for the sake of her privacy, I'm not going to name her) headed off to Biffoland for the night...it being Christmas and all. Thought it would be nice to visit our other friend (again...those who know me etc etc). After a slight detour around Tullamore (twice...), we eventually arrived, and mise here decided it would be fun to go on a bar crawl (seeing as there's only about 2 bars in the town, not much crawling ensued...). We hit the first bar, and it was hopping (ahem...note sarcasm). Seemed to be a night for dissing dubs, as the cheeky bastids playing pool made a comment or two.

On to the next bar, which actually was hopping. I dropped my drink, and, mortified by the waste of alcohol, left in shame. Off to the 'nightclub' went our merry group. (I use the term nightclub loosely...) Typical nightclubby night. Friend was leched on by old icky guy out on pull. Friend dismisses old icky guy, old icky guy makes eyes at ME for the rest of the night. Puke. Then young icky guy with abnormally large head and froggy eyes does same.

Then some yoke in sprayed on shiny leggings (who invented those??? Uninvent them. Do it. Do it now!) takes a speed wobble and lands her shiny little arse all over Biffoland friend's drink. Oh dear. You silly little girly. You don't waste alcohol. Especially not when said alcohol is 2 shots of Tia Maria, 1 shot of vodka, something else, and coke. Just run. Run away now as fast as your shiny legs will take you. Well, she didn't, and she got beat down by biffoland friend. Haha bitch! (sorry...I get overexcited by the drama...I don't get out enough...*insert sad face here*)

So, after we left that sweaty, flashy, shiny legginged place, we went for the obligitory chips, and went to get a taxi. Half a freezing hour later, we get one! (in which time, old icky lech re-appears and we have to do unspeakable things to get rid of him...) Eventually, a taxi in the form of a mini-bus (only in biffo...) arrives, and we're on the road home. Kind of. We're actually on the road to everyone elses home! So, in true Dub style, mise and Dubland friend have a bit of craic and banter with whoever will listen. Mostly just ourselves and a few bemused boggers. (and a cute Dubland-Biffo mongrel...)

Then SHE arrived. Jesus but she was a bitch, and she was only spoiling for a row. I'd heard her a few times muttering to herself 'just go back to fockin dublin then...' and was gonna pull her on it, but I just wasn't stupid (or brave...) enough! Dubland friend commented on how long we'd been in said taxi, and Biffo Bitch errupts! Out of nowhere like! (well...she was on the floor, she didn't just appear but y'know what I mean!). She was vicious! Shouting and sqwauaking at Dubland friend about having 'rrrethpecth and to talk out of her mouth, not her nose' (to which she was promptly told to speak out her mouth, not her hole...eh, wall, biffo bitch..bang!)
Arms were flying, legs were flying, I'm trying to hold a worked up dub down on one side, and a vicious bitch of a biffo down on t'other! And she didn't care who she hit, as long as it was a dub. (eh...me bollix...if she'd touched either of us she'd have been a dead woman.)
Dope...taking on two drunk dub women. Pah!

Ehm...I can't remember the point of this blog now...I don't think there was one! Just thought I'd share one of my more interesting nights out here!

Love and kisses!

Happy Christmas!!

Let's do this the easy way...

Happy Christmas everyone, hope it's fantastic for all, and that you all have a great new year!

And THIS is why I love Tagged...

Because I get messages like this...

"Message:
Hello how are you? i hope that everything is going very good with you. I did see your photo; I like it; it is something with magic you get easily a part in my heart; I was not able to resist and don’t let you fit in my heart ; something that I can't explain it with logic; me too i have never imagined or believed that one day just by looking at the photo of someone that I did never meet in person before; this can happen to me; I know that you don’t know me; it is not so easy for you to understand me; the logic and the raison did try to convince me to not write to you, but something inside; when my heart started to beat so fast and makes me feeling warm inside won against the logic and convince me to write to you; it is very hard for me to explain exactly what it happened to me by words;… You have a beautiful eyes; your look can tell me a lot; about how nice you are, you are for sure a nice girl with great personality; from your eyes I can imagine how caring; loving; intelligent and honest; my heart touched a nice girl with great personality only by looking at you; it open it's door and let you get inside so deeply ; this is the most important so I can say that I like who you are and the way you are; You may say that am crazy; but if crazy people feel this happiness and this warm feeling; as I feel when I look at your beautiful photo; I would love to be crazy during my life sorry I forget to introduce my self; my name….i have no name anymore crazy is enough for me and I love it; I study physics, but am not believing in logic anymore, because your magic and who you are force me to believe in magic also… I would love to be your friend if it is possible; I will understand and accept anything you say with love; because; I like you so much; respect you; appreciate you; care about you….. I will do my best to be sure that your beautiful: will never go away from your beautiful face…. warm hello from someone that you don’t know; but he started to feel that he knows you; he cares about you, likes you so much unconditionally; have a nice time take care of yourself"


I can't see myself replying...I'm a little bit scared...am I being unraisonable??

This reminds me of something...

What...

What could it be?






















Oh...

I know now...

I think I've seen a similar sign at work!

(50th post! Wihoo!)

Second Life

Ever since I really started using t'interweb, and talking to different people on various 'social networking' sites, there's been a hype about this Second Life thingy. I've never tried it, but I'd be a liar if I said my curiosity wasn't piqued! Never bothered joining it though, but reading Darren's blog today changed my mind!

SO, I've joined S.L, just to see what all the fuss is about! I go by the name Eva Cristole (how cool do I sound?)....here I go!

(I'll keep you updated on my virtual exploits...it's almost sure to be more interesting than my real ones!!)

Please?

I just want to play with him for a little while....please??

Not yet...

As I mentioned previously, I have a notebook where I jot down my ideas for blogs (the 'actual' blogs, I'm not neurotic enough to plan all my random video posts...). I decided tonight that it's high time I wrote another one (was that a cheer or a groan I just heard??), so I searched for my little pink Blog Book, and flicked through the post ideas in it.

There's one particular idea that I always stop at. It's one about a difficult time in my life, and, as yet, I'm a little nervous and more than a little wary of writing it (which makes no sense because pour enough vodka down my throat and I'll sob my sorry saga to the dog on the street and anyone else who passes by...)..Maybe I'm just not ready to see the words in front of me. It ended badly the last time I tried to write about it, and I'm not emotionally secure enough to deal with that again.

SO, I very quickly moved on, and spotted a much lighter topic, and an excuse for a rant, all in one! And as you know, (or should by now..) I love a good rant!

So here we go, the 'Pet Peeves' post!

First and foremost - Text speak. Is this not one of the most annoying things ever?? It infuriates me! I'm pedantic when it comes to spelling most of the time anyway, so I just cannot fathom why someone would deliberately mis-spell...it's not quicker, or easier...it's just damn laziness (I'm getting all worked up just thinking about it!!)
AND bad enough as text speak in an actual text is, using it in am email, or letter or any written communication is just stupid. Vowels are there for a reason, mmkay? Learn to use them, all you lazy, text speak using bitches...yeah!!

Another thing is smoke breaks. As a non-smoker (evil, smelly sticks of death!!) I find it utterly unfair that some people get to take several breaks a day to have a cigarette, while I'm not entitled to any of those, just because I don't smoke. (obviously I'm not going to take a smoke break, but I feel it would only be fair if non-smokers were given breaks to each smoke break a smoker takes...) Seriously...if you must insist on smoking yourself into an early grave, don't do it on MY time!

Third, and almost last (sigh of relief anyone??) - rude customers. Obviously, they're part and parcel of my job as a checkout queen. But I still hate them and want to slap them in the face with a wet fish (while wearing gloves obviously...fish in general are vile...wet fish are a whole other level of grossosity...oops...tangent, sorry!) Just say 'please' and 'thank you'. If you drop something, or spill something, apologize at the very least. Don't stand having a conversation on your phone while I'm trying to communicate with you. All I'm asking is that people treat me (and other checkout kings and queens) with the common courtesy they would anyone else. Cos if they don't I'll just double scan and overcharge them...hehehe! **

Last, but not least on my list...spitting. Never has there been such a vile habit. Nobody wants to walk in your saliva, you dirty rotten fuck! Just swallow it! Spitting spreads diseases! In fact...I hope all spitters get diseases and die. So there!
(Also...just in case anyone should decide to be clever and make some sort of crude comment about spitting and swallowing...just dont. Thank you!)

So! Those are (some of) my pet peeves! What are yours??

(**DISCLAIMER: I would NEVER do that. I'm a good girl!)

Can't stop singing...

Ok, so it's another video and not techinally a blog post but I'm LOVING this right now...

I don't even know what this ad is for...

...but who cares?! Towel, please...

Listen...

You know it's Christmas when...

Santa Claus sends you a friend request on Bebo....



(in case you were wondering...I declined...Bah! Humbug!)

A Christmas Story

A Christmas Story for people having a bad day:

When four of Santa's elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure.

Then Mrs Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.

When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.

Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.

Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.

Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.

The angel said very cheerfully, 'Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?'

And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.


[the picture has no relevance, but I thought a little bit of gratuitous cuteness was ok!]