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funny how you always go back to the old drugs... It's pissing rain today, as it does in ireland, and as such i'm stuck at home. i'd have gone out but to be perfectly honest i couldn't be arsed, it's just far to long to walk the quarter mile into town. plus i don't want to get drunk. so i played some music, got bored, listened to old music of my band, got ashamed, listened to radiohead, got depressed then started surfing the web. after a little while i found myself at the LJ website, damn, i used to check out the new updates every two hours when i first moved out here, i'd post once, twice, if not three times a day, usually to say absolutly fuck all. it seems almost pointless now, but i'm sitting here, typing, not getting the slightest message accross and somehow it's relaxing. depending on how things go in the next couple of days, you'll either see a lot of posts from yours truly or none at all. in other news shira's commming here soon, which will be very much fun, and shane-boy is about to have another operation on his eye, possibly much less fun. well i should rant some more, just for old time's sake but i'm hungry, as i usualy am.
erin go bragh and all that pseudo patriotic crap.
~that frenchman.
erin go bragh and all that pseudo patriotic crap.
~that frenchman.