There is one teeny, tiny thing I neglected to mention in all of my rambling about Mexico. I got engaged. We got engaged! There was an engagement? Basically, what I’m saying is that there was a very happily accepted proposal, and I know that makes it sound a little like a business deal, but in…… Continue reading Wise Men Say…
I’ve been living in Cork for the past few months. I’m a Dublin girl, so I’d grown up hearing Corkonians talk about how Cork should be the capital city of Ireland, and how Dublin had robbed Cork of its rightful place as the nation’s most important city… It left me with a somewhat garbled idea…… Continue reading Cooped Up in Cork, Ireland
Remember those What Would Jesus Do? bracelets that were popular a few years ago? The rubber ones that came in different colours for every cause, and looked a bit like cheap, Made in China, knock-off anti-nausea bands? Lance Armstrong had a yellow one before Lance Armstrong turned out to be the poster boy for sociopaths…… Continue reading But Trust Me On The Sunscreen…
You know that ad with the tagline, “You’re not you when you’re hungry”? It’s a Snickers ad, I think. They main character has been acting irrationally, but thanks to the healing power of chocolate they shapeshift back to themselves after a single bite of a Snickers. You know the one? I identify strongly with that…… Continue reading AH. Yum. Yum.
I am actually in Mexico as I type this, and I’m typing it on my phone, at the bar. I’ve had one Bahama Mama and one Electric Lemonade, and if you know me then you know that’s quite enough to have me enthusiastically humming Disney villain songs loudly and in public.* Currently, I’m on Poor…… Continue reading Thoughts on… Spending Monday in Mexico
I was at a party on Friday. I was at a party on Friday for fourteen hours. That’s a lot of hours to spend at a party. It affords you the time to talk to people, to get into conversations you might otherwise not have had. It’s more than enough time to get comfortable with…… Continue reading Motivation Hesitation
“Where are you from?” “Here.” “Where?” “Here. Dublin.” “No, but where are you really from?” “Dublin. I’m Irish.” “But where were you born?” “The Coombe. In Dublin.” “Okay but where are your parents from?” “My father’s Irish and my mother’s Spanish.” “I KNEW it!” I’ve had this conversation a truly astonishing number of times. Most…… Continue reading Being a Bit of Both