And Unto Us A Child Is Born
On this date a few years back my mother pushed me out of her. GOE MA GOOD JOB. I was gooey but precious etc. Today is the day we all celebrate that.
Alright, party's over.
So I went for my date with Anonymous and we got regrettably drunk, much to the perplexion of a very sobre K who picked us up and had to contend with our painful unfunniness, while we, incidentally, considered ourselves at the time to be some class of a French and Saunders. Lord bless us and save us all.
I spent Friday night at a party with the delightful Discovery Gospel Choir, for whom I have no link, on Cathal Brugha Street. Much singing and consuming was achieved and I think I am going to join them. I don't have the time but boy do I have the enthusiasm!
Yes.
So today I was a tourist. I donned my baseball cap, checked pants and a conspicuous American accent and located some friends from Venezuela. K and I dragged them round some famous Irish "sights" (and what sights they were!) and fed them local delicacies. A delight, a delight. While exploring the fields around palladian mansion Castletown House, we discovered the base of a rainbow, where a small family of budding, pink leprechauns were nestled, gnawing on chunks (notably chunks and not coins) of pure gold. After some considered debate, we wrapped them in a cotton bag I had bought earlier in Aldi for 39cents, and gently drowned them in the river. It was sad, but we accepted that it was for the best. We could never have given those leprechauns the kind of life they deserved.
So, what with the singing and the walking and the senseless killing, it's been a busy and tiring weekend. Thankfully there are only 24 hours more of free time left to endure before the saving grace of the working week reaches up its cool hands, wrapping them round my throat and strangling me softly into a delirium of deadlines, lectures, presentations and essays.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEURO
neuro-praxis -- Sick In The Head And I Think We Can All Blame Religion
Posted by neuro-praxis on January 30, 2005 01:30 AM, in the category Mouldy Curtains
Happy birthday Claire.
I don't think Phil will be too happy about you murdering his family though. At least post the bodies back to him, give him some sense of closure.
Posted by: David Barrett at January 30, 2005 01:50 AMHappy birthday, you festering lump of shite.
Posted by: embee at January 30, 2005 02:10 AMHappy birthday Claire, I hope you have a great day!
Posted by: John at January 30, 2005 02:34 AMI notice, much to my chagrin and distate, that the link to my blog is at the very bottom of the list. Fix this at once, or you shall be hearing from my solicitors. They specialize in murder.
Posted by: embee at January 30, 2005 05:03 AMBut don't you see, embee, that having the shortest name means that in a neuro-tic way, you *have* to be at the bottom of the list?
Give your blog a longer name, you'll be moved up in no time. Word.
Posted by: Disapproving Housemate at January 30, 2005 12:35 PMDid you know that people at the top and the bottom of ballot papers get more votes than people in the middle? So in a way, last is second only to first!
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Posted by: teragram at January 30, 2005 04:06 PMHappy Bday Mrs Zoomtard ;o)
Posted by: Caoimhe at January 30, 2005 05:28 PMHoly shite how old are ya now girl? Happy birthday!
Posted by: Walls at January 30, 2005 08:23 PMThanks folks, I'm feeling the love. :)
Walls...I'll tell you when we meet up. I don't want to shock anybody.
Posted by: neuro-praxis at January 30, 2005 10:35 PMits not your birthday, don't lie to me. SICKO.
Posted by: debo at February 1, 2005 01:12 PM