December 2011
Actually, I do have something to say. 2011 was horrible. I always think the next year is going to be better than the last and it never is…
I cried more this year than I did all the years of my life combined. I’m not even exaggerating. I’m no cry baby, but I just couldn’t hold it in very well. I was treated like dirt by numerous people, it hurt, like hell. It still does.
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I tried to give Jude a lollipop today and he said: “go away”. I don’t care if he told me to fuck off in ten languages, at least he spoke. Yay.
I can’t bear child actors. Yeah, kids are cute…when they’re spontaneous and natural. But parents who turn their offspring into fucking plastic sunshine turns my stomach.
“Everything is more beautiful
because we’re doomed.
You will never be lovelier...”
– The Iliad, Homer (via hypnobate)
Jude and I are watching E.T. He is completely enthralled by his big, blue eyes. I loved him when I was little. My Dad even bought me the tshirts and the lifesize blow-up doll. He used to scare the hell out of me at night though. Ha. Always wished I had a friend like him.
yes, that’s my hangover face….I need more coffee.
Strange…
I had a shower earlier and was hanging around in just a towel when Jude walked up to me and tapped me on the side. I looked down and said: “What is it, Judy?”…he was holding one of my black t-shirts, pulled at the towel and handed me the top as if to say “put this on”.
Okay, DAD. Even the kids are telling me how to be these days. Bloody hell. Ha.
Having dinner with real adult person human typessssish…tonight. Fuck, someone remind me how I do that again. You know, act ‘normal’.
I’m not a girlie girl except when it comes to make-up and suchlike. It takes a lot to me make me jump. I’m not scared of spiders, snakes, puke, blood, shit, whatever…but oh my God, when the stray cats get hold of my bins! It’s not the picking up the mess that’s the problem, it’s me thinking there are remnants of dead rat lying around. I can’t stand RATS. I...
Jude is really his Mama’s child. I watched him this morning as he walked downstairs, grabbed a chair, dragged it towards the switch to turn the lights on and then dragged it to the other end of the room so he could reach the mounted DVD player to slip his fave one on….all without asking even though he knows he has me wrapped around his finger. He could take advantage if he wanted to...
35 today…yes, that many years ago my...
My Ex-husband broke his hand playing hurling. Um…I guess that’s what happens when you treat people like dirt, eh?
A gypsy kid asked me if I wanted to see his cock earlier. Yes, he used those words. He was probably 9 or 10. HELLOOOOOOO…what the fuck?
I’m having a Tool Day…
Tool - The Pot
Listening to my boys…’cause fuck...
I always find it funny when women say “it’s what’s on the inside that counts”. First of all, you sound jealous and ugly, secondly…we don’t live in a Hallmark card factory, and thirdly…no guy goes to a bar and says to his buddy: “Hey, check out that girl, what an amazing set of personalities”. Sex appeal first…everything else is just...
TT
My plan for 2012 is to leave Kilkenny, either to another town or emigrate altogether. I can’t stand living here. I’m a city girl. I hate the isolation, the boredom, the ‘country’ mentality. I’m not 80 years old and yet I feel like I’m living a geriatric’s life. My brain is fucking stagnating in this place. I need new people, a new environment, a fresh...
Truth...*sigh*
I am always truthful. I couldn’t be more if I tried. Such an annoying trait. It ties in so well with my naivety.
No matter how world-wise I am there’s still this side of me I want to kick in the rear end for believing people are essentially good. They aren’t, they’re fucking cunts. I’m hiding because I know they’ll disappoint me. Hell, even the good ones are...
