How do you eat yours??

Well, if you're me, you don't. You avoid the most vile, repulsive creation to ever bear the Cabdury's logo since Turkish Delight like the plague.

Everything about the things disgust me...the icky gooey crappy creme stuff inside, the chocolate (cos it tastes like the creme), the spelling (for some reason, the word 'creme' makes me feel queasy...not the substance, just the spelling...) the garish wrappers...I just despise them!

But...even I found this really really cute and far funnier than I should have...watch!



Bahahahahahaa..

Paranoid much?

As a rule, I would have quite a suspicious, paranoid nature. I try to sugar coat it, and call myself 'imaginative' but, let's call a spade a spade, and a shovel a shovel...I'm just a big paranoid freak type person...(just to balance..I'm pretty sure I have some good qualities too...hopefully anyway..)

But I'm always very aware of my surroundings, always looking over my shoulder, cos who knows? That old man with the walking stick that can barely hobble two inches without breaking his hip (again) COULD possibly have an evil master plan to haul me down some dark alley and have his wicked way with me (broken hip or not...) and then stride off, unaided, like some sort of low budget, Irish Keyser Soze, while I'm left in a quivering heap on the ground...

......(dramatic pause).......

Ok...so while I'm sure the above has about a 1% chance of actually happening, I'm just trying to give you an example of the bizarre things that run through my mind. Especially walking along. Alone. At night. Through the questionable part of Dublin that I live in. Which I do far too often.

I did it tonight, and I was all too aware of the phone in my pocket, the bag in my hand, which contained my laser card (with access to my for once not empty bank account) my beloved iPod, and all my make up, house keys etc etc...
I was convinced the hoodie who was walking in front of me was going to hide behind that wall and pounce...I was planning my attack (I have the upper body strength of a dead baby knat, but I reckon I could give a decent kick if my trusty Vans were up to it..)
When I made it safely past him, the next suspect was the car pulling up beside me...but nope, that was safe too...so it had to be the guy coming down the steps outside his house...

Happily, I made it home, unattacked, safety and paranoia intact! Now I just have to make plans to do it all over again..............

I've been

a very bad blogger of late (more so than usual, I mean...)

Lack of motivation is one reason, lack of ANYTHING that I could even embellish into something blog-worthy is another. Not to mention pure laziness...

What do all you others do when you get 'blog-block'?

Rainbows in my eyes..

Ever since I first heard it, this little piece of magic brightens my monotone days whenever I hum it in my head...

(if you must, listen with your eyes closed, as I know the image might offend those of you with certain opinions...)

Feeding the obsession

Twilight makes me happy.

Pretty things make me happy.

Shiny things make me happy too.

So...Pretty, shiny, Twilight things make me very happy!!

















(there were a few pictures taken...sadly, THIS was the best one...)

And THIS is why

I don't have a Wii...



Because I would so do that...

No blogs

because I'm far too busy with:

and:




and:



and finally:

Just dance!

How could you not??? (like what I did with the blog title there??)

Nigella I am not!

I baked this evening...I had planned to do it yesterday, but I was lured out of my kitchen by Twilight...

I bought pretty new bowls, ingredients, all the makings of yummy things...

The one thing I forgot was the ability to actually combine the above and have a result that even slightly resembles something edible.

I had planned to put pictures of the yummy things I would bake up here, for you to salivate over and be in awe at my Nigella-like skills in the kitchen...

Well...I have nothing to take a picture of except a sunken down, sorry excuse for chocolate muffins. I'd love to be able to say they look like crap but taste divine....I'd love to.

So...not to disappoint... I didn't make them...but they still look yummy!!

Gravity is evil!

A necessary evil granted, but evil nonetheless. It makes stairs a MAJOR danger zone. Well...if you're me, anyway...

I decided to be sociable, and visit a friend last night (Toastie and Mr. Toastie to be exact!) and we headed out to a club. I wore THE shoes. (the purple ones are mine)

Pretty, aren't they? The type of shoes most girls drool over.

The shoes are bastids.

The shoes made me fall. Down stairs. In front of people. People who included a dj and a very very cute bouncer. Who found my falling SO funny that he felt the need to tell the OTHER bouncers about it over their little radio thingies. Yeah...I forgot to thank him for that...

Making my way into the club, in a dress that may have been a little bit too short (I swear it was longer the last time I wore it...) and THE shoes, made my way down all the stairs but one...one moment I was scanning the club for hotties, the next I was slamming my knees on the very hard floor, twisting my ankle, ripping my tights and skinning my knee. I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or limp out of the place at speed. So I put my head in my hands, laughed...stole Toastie's tights, and drank the night away.

There was laughter. There was dancing. There was lots of alcohol. And hey...a good night isn't a good night unless SOMEONE injures themself, right?

Bite me!

This is my new obsession...




Have you ever wanted to be a vampire quite so much?