I can never keep promises....
...but I will make one here anyway. I have been neglectful of my little blog. This might continue if I have to post while sitting in this internet cafe with this fucking fan blowing in my face. Its Ireland, its early May, I don't give a shit how stuffy it gets in here, there is no need for a fan. And its blowing hair into my eyes and annoying the fuck out of me. Regardless, the point is I have been neglectful and my promise, my pledge, is to post at least once every weekend unless I am doing something better and it would be utterly pathetic to be posting shit on a blog. Not only am I crap at keeping promises, I make crap promises. But I'm trying. Now I must go home and feed myself. Actually I just want to get away from the fan before I crack the shits and destroy it with my bare hands.
posted by Brooke at
6:54 PM
3 Comments:
Brilliantly inspired prose concerning the everyday vexations of excess ventillation. Previous readers might be disapointed to find Brooksters prediliction for profanity is fading. I'd make this comment anonymous if i could.
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Jono, at 9:52 AM
I just hope that poor fan survived... its tough being a fan in Ireland, you have to take every opportunity you can to get work. Have a heart Brooke.
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cristy, at 11:29 PM
Jono, I'm not exactly sure what you said - as you did not use the words shit or fuck at all - but I'm sure I wholeheartedly agree with you. As for the fan, I gave it a right proper thrashing. Sorry Clarky, you know I don't have a heart. Its just not the way I'm designed. The good news is I've chosen another internet cafe today - it is a fan free zone and they are playing excellent 80's music eg the original pre Gwen Stefani version of "Its My Life". And it was a glorious sunny day in Dubbers. The world is as it should be.
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Brooke, at 7:04 PM
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