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Tue, May. 11th, 2004, 11:06 pm

Got pretty much all of my journal deleted now. Just a few tricky blighters that won't delete. And for the final touch I'm gonna lash on the 'no comments' on it so it'll die a peaceful death.
Roll on new blog

Sun, May. 9th, 2004, 01:32 pm

I think I'm gonna close down this LJ account soon. I don't feel there's enough scope to EYC anymore. Might open a different blog somewhere.

Sat, Oct. 18th, 2003, 03:08 pm

I'd just like to state, for the record, that people who are renting out property have to be the most sexist people I have ever encountered. Examples:

2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, - 75 weekly
Just for a COUPLE or 2 GIRLS.

2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, - 90 weekly
ONE beauitful large bedroom available in a two badrooms APT! TWO FEMALES WANTED TO SHARE THE ROOM ,

I mean, what the fuck is it with just wanting girls for these places??? Christ, being a man in ireland now is like having the plague. For fucks sake, this is sexism on a whole new level. Maybe they haven't heard that men work and earn money too, just like their other halves.

This is unbelievable.

Sat, Oct. 18th, 2003, 02:11 pm

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Sat, Oct. 18th, 2003, 02:02 pm
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Sat, Oct. 18th, 2003, 01:35 pm

Been a great weekend so far, folks. Had great craic with one of my lecturers on friday afternoons lecture. Started as an innocent question about positive and negative ions in the axon being 'attracted' to different charges and ended up as a semi-discussion about the sexual preferences of said ions. High-brow humour, surely, but as the entire lecture theatre was laughing, its wasn't so bad.
After that, went to see Kill Bill in the UGC cinema. All that can be said is that you won't see another movie like this for a very long time....or until the sequel comes out next february. Cool dialogue, interspersed japanese cartoons and the most violence I've seen in a movie in quite some time - it truely is epic. Severed arms, legs, feet, torso's, heads and scalps...its mad. Couple of nods towards pulp fiction and reservoir dogs in it too. Go see - ye will not be sad you did.
And to top it off last night, I did a sort of amateur psychoanalysis on Neil (voluntarily, too!!!). What did we find out? Well, client confidentiality and all that folks, don't want to say. Buuuuut, maybe we'll see a few changes in him soon, who knows. It was the most questions he's ever been asked such a short period of time, methinks :-)
Joe had his fancy dress party last night too. Can't wait to see the pix from it. Who did he go as - why, the very reverent Marilyn Manson, thats who. Complete with silly henna tattoo's, bowler hat, face makeup done by his GF and a long leather jacket. Should be good.
Anyway, I'm off now, have to prepare some stuff my the child observation on tuesday.
New job starts on thursday too - yippee!!! Here comes the money, beotch!!!
And one final nod to Mick, me old mate. Man, that conversation on msn we had, I was rolling on the floor laughing during the whole thing. Even when I woke up the next morning, I was still laughing. Shit man, I can't wait to head out with you.

Sun, Oct. 12th, 2003, 11:58 pm

No thats it, there's too much crap on the web. Was checking out Froo's LJ and noticed a link to some website called urbandictionary-dot-com. And what did I find there? "Fo' shizzle my nizzle", thats what!!!! I mean, WTF!!! Apparently this morpheme nugget of new age lingo means -

"For sure, my nigga. Should only be used by a black person, to a black person - unless you want your ass kizzled. Variations acceptable for use by whitey include:

fo' shizzle my sizzle = For sure, my sister.
fo' shizzle my bizzle = For sure, my brother.
Yes sir, Suge sir. Right away sir. = Please Suge, don't kill me.

Whitey 1: Hey man, are you going to the club tonight?
Whitey 2: Fo' shizzle, my bizzle. Right after I watch the game on my televizzle.
Whitey 1: Sorry Suge sir, don't kill him".

And its probably that snoop dogg cunt that started this. That friggin' bag of shite on MTV goes under the same name. Ok Snoop, I'll level with you - I've got yer Doggystyle album and it rules, but what are you thinking with this Fo' shizzle mickey-mouse shit. Fo' shizzle my fucking rizzle, you illiterate cunt :-) Stick to the music man, seriously!!! If you want to learn some proper use of the english language, log onto www.viz.co.uk and go to the profanisaurus. This little gem contains some of the following little treasures -

switch hitter: Person who bats with both hands; bisexual; AC/DC
separate-us apparatus: Condom; stiffy stocking.
box of assorted creams: She who has recently been over accommodating to a number of gentlemen; a promiscuous female with a fanny like billposters bucket.

Ah, poetry in motion...

Oh, hold yer horses, I've got Sarah on the Froo-Phone. Laters, dudes!!!
Registration day tomorrow - new ID card time. What'll I do with the old one?

Sun, Oct. 12th, 2003, 11:36 pm

Just noticed that there's a Ju-Jitsu club running in Trinners. Hmmmm, seen them do a demo in the GMB last year on freshers week, but never knew who i needed to contact to join 'em. Well, sent of a mail to the captain of the team to get some details.
Another week closer to moving up to the big schmoke. And at last, I finally managed to wrangle the truth out of Joe last night that he's not going to move up with me. Jesus, why can't people just come out and say this shit in the beginning. Bah!!!!
We did, on the other hand, have a gas night last night. The male reproductive organ seemed to feature heavily in the earlier part of the night. Even one of the barmaids bent her ear our direction and had a laugh with us. The 3 best stories were, in no particular order:

Me - Just last wednesday, I was getting off the bus outside Trinners. I've got one of those strap-on bags for my stuff and when I got off the bus I wrapped it around me and fastened it over. What did I notice when I was doing this - that I had a raging fucking horn jutting out at about 45 degrees in my jeans. What a place for it to happen, surrounded by UCD shites waiting for their bus out to their suburban polytechnic/dublin bus driver-training facility. I had to wheel around and face the bus and then thrust my hands into my pockets to rearrange the merchandise, as it were. Couldn't point it downwards cuz it was too painful, so I put it to a 12 O'Clock position facing directly up. Trouble was, it was so...erm....far gone that part of the helmet was sticking out over my jeans. And trust me to bring my CK Jacket thats not particularly long, so couldn't cover it very well. But my hoodie came to the rescue (no pun intended) and i managed to smuggle the polaris into the buttery and fix it (NO, i didn't jerk off!!!).

Joe - Was riding to work on his motorcycle and after a while, when he hit the navan road, he noticed a little chill 'down there'. Looked down to notice that his zipper was undone and his kecks were wide open. Poor fucker couldn't stop on the dual carriageway either, so he had to ride the whole way into work before he could close that baby up. He swore blind that he experienced what was close to frostbite on his knob. Ouch!!!!

Dave Fulham - Told me that last year he was in the college canteen out in DCU and was wearing a pair of trousers notorious for having a dodgy zipper. So he said that when he was finished his lunch, he went up to put the tray on the rack and then started walking back to the table where his friends were. Then he said they were all pissing themselves when he was coming back. He looked down to see Mr. Winkey looking back up at him. Arghhhhh!!!!!

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Sun, Oct. 12th, 2003, 10:56 pm
No more magic, we're all full here!!!!

Its nearly 11pm, just texted sarah to wish her a happy birthday and guess what - she's in work. Girl, seriously, you need to get a grip. There's no such thing as gratitude anymore, nobody is going to remember your spartan work ethic this time next year. Get out of there, go to the pub with yer mates and have a good time. Those are the sort of memories you want, not one's of you sitting in an office like a hamster on a running wheel. C'mon, focus!!!!!!
In other news - can I pleeeeease turn on the TV and NOT have to look at either David Blaine, Derron Brown et al. on every channel. Its seriously beginning to rattle my cage, and my cage shouldn't be rattled too much. Blocks of Ice, Russian Roulette, Standing on 75 foot pillars - thats not entertainment, thats just shite. I mean, seriously, whats the idea of this? Granted that David Blaine is pushing the whole mind over matter angle and Derron Brown is going for Shock tactics, but the guys are just turning themselves into freakshow TV fodder. Yanno what I watched instead and thoroughly enjoyed? Some Irish programme on TeeGeeCathar called Asu with yer man Hector (the funny guy from Navan). T'was all about Witchcraft and the Supernatural and stuff like that. He was inducted into a Coven and I swear, I don't know how you could take it seriously. Run thru a forest in the nip, just over a burning firelighter and kiss some mingin witch-ette. Jesus, as far as lifestyle choices go, you'd want to be a few sambo's short of a picnic to pick that one. Funny thing is though that I used to work with a woman in Xerox who was all into that witchery stuff and she was a far throw from the loons on this show. She took it all a little tooooo seriously, but these guys on the TV were laughworthy. Funniest part of the show is where Hector was doing a sayonce (spelling??) with a bunch of ghosthunters in some bombshelter in essex. The lights were out and they were all sitting in a circle holding hands. Then Hector says "Dunno about you boss, but if one of these fella's drops the hand, it won't be the ghosts getting busted". Fucking classic!!!!!!
David Blaine and Derron Brown - flash in the pan shockers (using that term VERY lightly!!!)
Hector - The Real thing.

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