A jam tart, because I'm on a diet. A coke float, because I'm on a mission. A cup of tea, because he didn't want one but then he did and I wanted one but then I didn't. A banana, because my potassium levels are too high and I shouldn't eat a whole one. I shouldn't eat a half one either. Socks. The only plus to my having plus sized feet. A toothbrush, because he forgot his. Or I forgot mine. Or maybe we only have the one now. And my pillow. My pillow, though it's our bed. I bought him an fancy memory-foam one of his own, but still he insists on snuggling up with a mouthful of my curls.
Which is nice.
Which is nice.
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It is too.
Got a shock and awe story for ye, ever the bastion of strange encounters with weirdos me
Sweet!
i read, Rua, and laughed, then checked myself and gasped in horror.
i hate being fined. i had a not dissimilar experience last week when a bus driver made me get off at Earlsfort Terrace because i had only paid a €1.15 fare.
or did you mean the other thing?
and he's very sweet, Mary. i reckon it's all the haribo he eats.
Aaaah, cute.
No, the fine, normally I can charm my way out of them. Like, somewhat ironically, the other two times I've been caught in a public place with my lad out.
Incidentally, I was thinking of bashing my ego off this here short story competition and I think you should too.
http://www.munsterlit.ie/
End of the month baby, like taxes and wage reductions
go raibh maith agat, a stór. i'll write something half-arsed and miss the submission deadline, but it's okay because Annie might win and then i can claim victory by association.
fúm, I'm only really in it for the piss up
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