Tags: L.A
Pre-Paradise Prambles…
Man On Fire – Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros Not sure where my dose of self-diagnosed claustrophobia came from exactly. Maybe from when I was in fifth class in primary school. And for some reason a group of us were put in class with people in sixth class. The Special Ones, as we calledREAD MORE
Book Trailer. And… ANOTHER Leaked Chapter?!
Hello fine folk of le blogaruu. How are you? That’s nice. Just got back from the most mightiest trip ever. First stop was a blissful couple of weeks in heaven. (Private tropical island with miles and miles of pink sand, rum punches and no bodies.) Followed by a brief detour in hell. (Vegas. Stag party.READ MORE
Great Expectations! Oh St. Pa’tricks…
I’m Shipping Up to Boston – Dropkick Murphys Blogaruu, she’s been a while! My bad for the delay. Quite busy with vital stuff. Such as realising that I might be a fairy (apparently fairies can only handle or feel one emotion at a time. I am a full on fairy. Call me Tinker). And speakingREAD MORE
Santa Touched Me. Felt. Liked. Christmas!
If It Wasn’t For You – Various Cruelties Dark. Dreary. Drab. Depressing. Dire. Dismal. Doleful. Dreadful. Downer. Dose. Big bulbous buckets of gushing water. Tut. The week before Christmas the rain held a reign of terror over L.A. Brutal. In every way. I know. But it did. People can’t cope. Simply melt away at theREAD MORE
Do You Know How Lucky You Are To Read My Blog?!
Viro – Pryda Some balls. Not happy. Just been flagellating myself off the floor. Feel exactly like Fionn Mac Cumhaill’s son. You know… Oisin. You know… When he left Tir na nÓg on that horse. Warned not to get off. As he would die if his foot touched the ground. Then he fell off, turned into anREAD MORE
And Now… Balls
In Love, Not Limbo – Of Oceans Usually, around this time of year, you might hear the following conversation… Brida - Seamas - How orr you? Era shur… Gearing up for the holidays? Era shur… Ah to be sure? Era shur. Divil a bit, divil a bit. So usually you would hear that conversation anREAD MORE
A Jester’s Gesture
Indian Sun – Mean Lady Halloween truly is the mightiest of them all in L-Hey. Complete dancer of a weekend! Unfortunately. What goes up must tumble stumble and spiral all the way down. Now feeling absolutely battered. Normal blogaruu will follow along. Can barely raise a smile en ce moment. However. Poems have been oddlyREAD MORE
Monkey Free Crap Fun!
Dancers. Islands. Yachts. Parts. Practice. Bathrooms. Some things are better private. Ehh… Numbers. Some things are not. One new addition to the better pile… Jets. Finally I can now confidently say: Private jets are the dancers of the air. Finally, says you. I know, says I. Giddy up! Assumption off. Jet on. Absolutely funking mighty. Planned on doing a blogaruuREAD MORE
Woke Up In A… Holy Funk
Fun. Here to be had. Overflowing at times. Can too much fun be a bad thing? Eh, no. Last Thursday. Funny night. Disney rated blogaruu, so a few stories will have to wait for book two! Unless you buy me a pint someday and then I will tell you all aboot it. Oh look, youREAD MORE
What? Who? Me?!
Sitting outside McDonalds, at a bus stop, waiting for a cab. No clue where we were, dropped off at some turn off the freeway. Sitting. Waiting. Patiently. Next minute, a police car whips into the curb in front of me. Followed by about four more. Oh Jesus. What’s going on here? Cops jump out ofREAD MORE
