lazy post sunday

fwee1979: r u ever gonna get a net connection in yer place
morwenk: soon, hopefully
morwenk: like 2-3 weeks
fwee1979: sweet
fwee1979: /me can start annoying you for porn again
morwenk: ..
morwenk: greeeaaaat
morwenk: because that is what i have been missing in my life
fwee1979: ^5
morwenk: ?
fwee1979: high 5 =\
fwee1979: maybe its what I’VE been missing
fwee1979: ever think about it like [...]

snippet of thought

So.. is it bad that I’m responding to all these people’s johari windows, and sometimes I can’t think of anything nice to say? Then I feel like I’m just pandering to other people’s self-obsorbed neediness. And then I feel shallow.

linkdump

The beginning’s the best part.
Seremuppety. (thanks Ashfae!)
Not my favorite part of the storyline, but worth a giggle.

stuff what sinead said

“I just thought to myself, ‘Do they have 28 days in February in the States too?’”

stuff what noel said

“Can we please end this conversation? So far we’ve got a belly button which can curdle milk, and a belly button which may be the portal to Narnia!”

better late than never

11.54pm January 7th. The guys pause in the midst of playing X-Men on the Gamecube to all sip their tea. I fucking love this country.

it’s a risk i’d be willing to take

We passed two pop-up hampers filled with shoes sitting on the sidewalk, late Saturday night. Sinead and I almost pounced on them before Jonathan pulled us off.
“It’s a trap!” He said.
“But they’re shoes!” We replied.
They were gone when I passed by this morning. Lucky bastards.

because it’s good to have goals

kindle09: if i’m not engaged by the time i’m 30 will you do a vegas wedding with me and an annulment the next day?
kindle09: and then we could introduce each other as our “ex-spouse”
kindle09: which would be cool
jrcicolani: Hehe… That’s what, 5 years away?
kindle09: i want a vegas drive thru wedding with an elvis impersonator [...]

because i can’t be bitter ALL the time..

In the city centre of Cork there’s St. Patrick’s Street, which is considered the main drag of downtown. Roughly parallel to it runs Oliver Plunkett Street, a pedestrian street with lesser shops and side streets. One of these shops is a men’s clothing store, and they’re always playing jazz that’s piped outside their door. Whenever [...]

the d-word

You sir, are not welcome. Especially not this week.
So there. =P