stop, hey, what's that sound? everybody look what's going down.
please.
ramalamabangbang. roisin murphy.
i always think of the roisin dubh.
i dreamt of slattery last night. of ireland. of green grass, and good meals and sleeping in that freezing room. of the beachside, of the university of galways food, of play rehearsals, of irish mexican food. i dreamt of everything i miss over there. like the bands in the pubs. or the way people were too nice. the phrase take away. the little bike shops. the internet cafe. the tattoo shop where pam got her tattoo.
i'm incredibly hungry right now. and i have to meet up with mike before history. and i need to finish this paper.
what the hell am i doing. get off your blog aleey. get on that damn paper.
it needs to be done.
hey guess what?
...
chicken butt.
yeah, i'm five. shaddup.
-aleey
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