Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Do not read while eating raisins
I am desperately unhappy. While wandering aimlessly round the internet in the manner of a drunk whory girl in a nightclub who has lost all her friends, I discovered a whispering about a special Josh Ritter gig to be played in Whelans of Wexford Street on Friday, prior to his set at Oxegen on the weekend. Naturally, I reacted violently and immediately, namely by screeching 'Whaaaaaaaat?' and dropping the raisins I had been eating down my top. Said gig is sold out anyway, and my entire chest area smells like dried fruit. How blue- making.