Return of the absent girl

Hello little screen!
I've been in kind of the depths of the well with only the black dog for company. But I seem to be coming out of it again - or at least I hope I am.
So, where are my creative juices? Where is my bravery? Superman isn't brave - he is indestructible! And if nothing can destroy you there is no need to be brave. Yaknowaddamsayin?

And, I'd quite fancy a kit kat.

Barbie and Ken Sing!

Nutzo day. Been up and down like a yoyo all week.
Did Rattle + Roll today. I must find this to play there - Barbie and Ken sing about trying to reach each other. Ken seems like a bit of a creepy stalker though...

Mental Health Day!

Some people may call this an annual leave day, but I am going to take some time (mostly because I lost my weekend due to the previously mentioned Purple Vom that took over Manhattan!). Today I am going to watch 30 Rock, do some laundry, maybe (maybe!) have a little walk and then meet my Mum for the theater. Maybe it is a preemptive Mental Health Day!

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The weekend that never was.

I am taking a mental health day tomorrow. I have had a mofo of a weekend. Purple vom all day Saturday.
That's how I roll. Of course, I D&D'd on Friday night. I can't wait until my iPhone comes back into my perfectly manicured hands and if I am every feeling 'tired and emotional' there is no way that I can use it.

Was told that my play list was "too adult" this afternoon. What 6 year old girl doesn't like to hear a 12" version of Teardrops by Womack + Womack? Next week Barney.

Ramen with lovely Maxi. Think I talked A LOT because of my purple vom enforced silence yesterday. Talks of Istanbul, Hammams and as Justin remarked "the curly toed slippers and Ali Baba-ness" of it all. In your face THIRTY ONE. I'll see you and your Huka in hell.

All the purple vom-ness of the weekend reminds me of Murt & V's wedding during the summer. I fell asleep on a bed of velvet throw cussions. In the garden. For a number of hours.

Miss G Dawg. But actually like him a lot more now that we are not together. Not missing the miserable times we gave each other. He looks like Michael Yorke.

Super Good Mood!

Obama is El Prez!
Dinner with Maxi!
Shopping in the €2 shop for goodie bag fillers!
Bought DJ Headphones!

In other news, I need a haircut.

Love Across the Baricades

My weekends are now - because of the absence of G and the presence of cold and windy weather - spent in my houseen watching the tube and avoiding laundry.
New Year's Eve filled me full of horror seeing as some day, when I feel like it, I will be a 'swinging single' and Cherchez le garçon (actaully, anybody know where I could get that Taxi Girl tune?). Dublin ain't full to the brim with George Clooneys or Jay McInerneys.
However, this photo that I took last year reminds me that anything is possible. Love can be found between rivals - even if it is only rivalry of morning freesheets...

Saturday... Saturday....

I just cancelled my cleaner for this afternoon because I am too lazy to get up and clean the place before she arrives.