Saint Patrick ☘
08 October 2012 @ 05:00 am
 
[Private]
I don't want your fucking goody-two-shoes God money anyway. Fucking saint. Why don't you mind your own fucking business?! Who even fucking asked you to help in the goddamn first place, huh? Go get shitfaced and fuck a stranger because god fucking knows that's all you're good for. Piece of shit.

It's like Wrath wrote out my inner monologue. Which is eerie, upsetting and unsettling all at once.

[Friends]
I could use a distraction so I don't end up at the pub.

Who wants to go bowling?!
 
 
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Saint Patrick ☘
10 August 2012 @ 03:58 pm
 
Right, well. Life has had a bit of upheaval.

I am planning to go back to my studying though. It had gone a bit by the wayside recently. I have a few more old texts where I show my face. One where I'm chasing a...heaving beast or heaving breasts or something. I have all my books and journals now, so I can get back to it. I also want to remind myself of the Irish language since I seem to have had trouble with it over the past few decades. I need to brush up. I don't want to forget the things that tie me to Ireland.

I also decided I needed to cook really a lot of food. So I went out and bought what turns out to be more ingredients than can fit in George's kitchen. So don't be surprised if some goodies end up on your doorstep. Joey, Famine and Clio, the first batch of noms is actually headed your ways this evening.

I plan to shower the entirety of my social circle with food. Please give me hugs in return. I could use them.
 
 
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