My Dublin Life

Last night was the anniversary of the invention of Guinness, apparently. Anyway, as you can imagine, the whole city went crazy! Guinness, of course, is the local brew. The company had put on shows all over town and I think just about every student in the city was on the streets. I heard rumours of free pints, but didn't find anyone. It didn't matter and I actually didn't even drink all that much because we (I went out ...

I can't believe that freakin' NERVE of Bepe's girlfriend!I was all geared up to go to the International with Saoirse when she comes in in a pair of rhinestone infested jeans."Oh goodnight," she said. "Early for going to bed.""I'm just heading out," I said."I see," she said. "I was confused because of your pyjamas..."Pyjamas??? I might not be as gaudy a dresser as some people but I was wearing MAKE-UP.I was so cross I didn't go out and to make matters worse I don't even know if they do shows Tuesdays. I didn't check. I texted Saoirse and told her that the night was off, went and bought a couple of cans of Guinness and drank them morosely in my room. So you would think that that was bad enough ...

Well, my lovely tattoo is all healed now and I am so happy with it. Not so my room mate. As if it was any of his business, he grabbed my wrist yesterday afternoon and we had the following lovely exchange:"What the hell have you done?""It's a tattoo.""I can see that. I'm wondering why you were so stupid as to defile yourself like that" (he actually said, "defile")"Well, I'm not the one who got back together with his cheating girlfriend, so if anyone is stupid..."Things have been pretty tense since then and I find myself wondering for the nth time if maybe I should just move out and find someplace else to live. Thing is that I love where this apartment is--it rocks looking out the window and seeing ...