There’re shite but who the feck cares. It’s been nearly five months since the last entry. Is it not enough that I’ve posted something?!huh? Isn’t it not?
I was so busy sitting with my head hung in shame that I couldn’t see the keyboard right. (that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.)
Decompressed ever so slightly this weekend in London. Twasn’t until Saturday afternoon that it hit me how bloody fantastic it was to not be in Dublin, actually, why stop there, to not be in Ireland.
Friday was tainted ever so slightly by snotty email from a Mister far-too-smooth-for-this-world hoping i understood the distinct absence of a “spark”. No darling I was too busy counting your wrinkles and wondering how long it’d take to jog around your gut to have noticed, so thank you for having waved the magic wand of clarity. Ladies and Gentlemen I have just stopped crying purely because there’s a big “sold-out” over the tear department, but am not yet convinced i should remove the noose from around my neck-NOT!
What a twat, in all seriousness.
Just deliberating now whether or not to go the mature route and not respond or do i take the fun bitchy-bitter-passive-aggressive “so-why-was-it-exactly-that-your marriage-failed-again?”

Whatever.
Twat.
(and again)
Twat.
(and again)
Idiot.
(and breath.)
Feel better already.