Walking down the Rathmines Road this morning, I passed two wretched looking specimens eating Cornettos at the bus stop. My hangover, conveniently ignoring all visual and olfactory clues as to the unfortunate pair's reduced circumstances, ups the grouch a notch. Lucky bastards.
Thursday, 16 July 2009
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Ice-cream cures ALL of life's woes.
except for the "i'm-so-fat-i-hate-myself" blues.
sigh.
that can only be cured with lemon meringue pies from La Boulangerie on Camden St. "i'm so fat i... ah, fuck it. they're worth it."
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