Sunday, October 31, 2010

Halloween Adventures.

  
War is becomming outdated, Clarissa came home, and I feel distance is making the heart confused. The weekend was fleeting, like all good times at the moment. I feel that we didn't spend enough time together, alone with eachother. It seemed that playfull arguments were dangerous. They never have been before. College has become less bearable, assigments and south-side snobbery is rife. Generally I could play back, but not anymore. Life has a certain futile feeling, it was generally bubbly( in the Colbie Caillat sence) but not anymore. Relationships are difficult and hard to understand. I hope that life will work out, eventually, for all of us. Success is measured in Happiness. I am currently unsuccessful.


''Life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it, for having been allowed to walk where I've walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, in it, and above.''

Love Ja Ja.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Buried in bordem.

Ok, I don't want ye to be thinkin' I'm a flim critic and all bu I saw this new indie-horror directed by Rodrigo Cortes. Pure Unadulterated muck! I mean I thought this fick was some advertisement for BlackBerry Battery life. No joke now you'd think Gorge Bush himself wrote this fecies, ugh. Based in Iraqi, an obvious gateway to hell a guy is looking for $500,000,00''muney'' for Ryan Reynolds ransome. This £8.5O waste of time made me so cross, I need a drink . 

--Ja Ja.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Life at the Heberton Plaza. Not all cocaine addicts are beautiful

Life at this beautiful, scenic (aperture) paradise is pretty unique. I attended the Freshers Ball on Tuesday . The alluring Alice Byrne came over to my Bachelor pad adjacent to the Fatima Luas stop. The scent of Raw Potato skins & stale socks encased her nostrils. I was MORTO. 
We then moved on to Zoe's Apartment where the the creme de la creme of Fatimas' Finest were dancing there fears away. As the night progressed we stumbled down towards the 19bus to Dublin city, (known to some as the big s'h'moke) A lovely lady with her shopping bags asked me for a cigarette, and I kindly obliged. Her stench and lack of oral hygiene became prevalent rapidly. She then proceeded to request a piece of Alices' plastic bag to wrap her Crack-Cocaine in. She then waddled on her merry way, a can of Bav in one hand & her Cocaine in her upper left-hand bra. This town has Class beyond compare.
LaLa & ClarClar Please come soon.


Love- Ja Ja. x




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