eh….what?

Weird day for my social fabrications. Texted sexy lady, no reply-booerns! Texted Dreads to see if there was a party on up North tonight on the off chance I could swing the game around, or play a different one(whats with the sports analogies today-thats the 3rd or 4th!). Anyway, he called me back and had this to say:

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Dreads: Hey Rua man, craic?

Rua: nothing much, you at that party?

Dreads: No, I’m at Natasha Beddingfield

Rua: wha?

Dreads: ye, I know, we got free tickets

Rua: ..oh…ok

Dreads: nah man, its like…I’m probably not gonna stay like, and the party is probably still on so I’ll probably go there.

Rua: yeah man, don’t worry about it, just send us a text if your going

Dreads: no I am, probably, I..eh…I don’t really want to be here

Rua: ye sure

Dreads: no but the tickets were free, thats why

Rua: ye sure, just send us a text

Dreads: ok

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Its 10pm, He definately wants to be there

The Rua Herald, shit that done happen’n’stuff

Crime in the City

M missed a job interview yesterday because, the feckin’inconvenience of it all, she witnessed a drive-by shooting! She was on the bus when she looked out the window and saw a guy on the ground holding his leg, blood everywhere. Then the SWAT team got on the bus and shuffled two dudes from the back off, everyone had guns. Here’s the funny bit, when all was said and done two kids behind her said “dogg that was hella gangsta”-the San Franciscan equivilant of “bleedin’deadly buzz!”

The Economy

3/5 J1ers I’ve talked to don’t have jobs which leads me to believe this was probably  bad year to come over. For some reason the words ‘Global Deppression’ didn’t set off alarm bells in my innocent Celtic Tiger Generation head. Being unemployed is awful, I now fully understand the allure of hard drugs. Put simply, it’d be something to do.

I got a phonecall yesterday, a lady really wanted to hire me-she really did. Then I let i slip that I don’t have a car-cunt! Fuck you, I could hitch-hike to work!

Current Affairs

I now have to get a loan off my mam, she called me this morning and said, quote: “we’re talking about money, speak in Irish”. All my housemates think this is hillarious, I think its another reason why I can’t go home before September. Papa Rua says that if I don’t get a job I should just come home….to continue not having a job? I can garuntee you  that there’s less work going in dear  aul Dublin than in this city.

Sports

We bought a two litre bottle of gin, a two litre bottle of rum and a two litre bottle of Southern Comfort the other day. After training last night the Southern Comfort had quite a severe bruise in its upper 900mls, while the Rum seemed to lose form before suffering two broken legs. The Gin is fit to play tomorrow but drinking is a team game. Luckily, there’s still time to get a few transfers in from the 7eleven before nightfall.