In this episode I discuss my great weekend, seeing a play at Griffith Park with a hot chick, that nasty ass oil spill, the goofy ass whale that beached itself, dudes stripping in school, Dear Abby, The Accidental Hero of the Week, and The Bad Parent of the Week. Click here to download this episode or click here to download and subscribe through iTunes. Enjoy!
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I would love if we had open air arts things in Dublin, but as we can't depend on the weather, it doesn't happen very often. My favourite memories of living in Cape Cod are all about outdoor clambakes and bbqs and the time the Boston Pops did a free concert and we went along with a picnic. You're so lucky to be able to do that.
Why were those people with the kid at the play at all? That's so strange. She spends her time texting, obviously did not tell her kid anything about the play so he had no interest in what was going on, and her boyfriend didn't even bother to turn up for the first half. This kind of thing mystifies me.
Oil-mutated fish...we eat fish from the Irish Sea, which is the most irradiated sea in the world. So God knows what kind of freaks I've eaten over the years, or how their irradiated little fishy arses are mutating my DNA.
A bed flipping ghost? Did future ghostly you go back in time and terrorise me about six years ago? I was sleeping on a futon at the time, and a couple of times when my boyfriend of the time stayed over, whatever way the futon was constructed, we got tipped on the floor a few times at maybe 4am, when one of us shifted our weight in the bed. But it was you or one of your spooky cohorts, wasn't it?
Hahaha, the couple of time it happened, I laughed my head off because it was just so ridiculous, waking up halfway between rolling off the bed and ending up in heap on the floor, entangled with the bf, and he was all pissed off and glowery because he hated the unexpected. Ah fun.
I don't need abusive family members to throw boiling water on me, I can do it myself. I just scalded the hell out of myself. My forearm is an angry mess. Sigh.
Ah the old alcoholism. The sad thing about living with an alcoholic, especially one who is just selfish and self-involved rather than outright abusive is that you become used to it, and sometimes a short sharp shock makes you realise that you deserve better and that whatever you had is gone. The woman in this case is probably not leaving for another man, she's likely leaving for herself. I feel sorry for the guy but it's entirely his own fault for not wanting to deal with his problems sooner. Addiction is a bitch.
I am lucky to be able to do outdoors events especially with cool people. My friend has kids and knows not to bring them and was very vocal about this heathen. I really dont know why parents bring their kids to things like this and pretend to not see their rotten children misbehaving. If I had a kid they wouldnt for a moment get away with that shit.
I used to have a metal futon that would jack knife me if I rolled too closely to the side. I never miss that thing.
I burn myself with hot metal and fire more than hot water. Or I drop things and try to catch them with my feet. Happened lastnight on the phone and led to Camille laughing as I screamed "Fuck me!!!"
I wish I could find out more about this alcoholic ass dude and how he and his wife got along. I'm sure he is leaving quite a bit out.
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