So you’ve decided you want a pup. Now what? You look and you look at all the different breeds and the pros and cons of them. You consider shelter dogs and even go visit them, but no one seems quite right for you… and then there he is in a random late night DoneDeal search… … More On (kind of) raising a Samoyed
So… It’s been a while… Ok, it’s been a long while… 22 months to be precise. And I really have no excuse as to why I haven’t been writing… well I have been writing but not a diary but yet another novel, that I don’t want to publish. But now that I have more time, … More Updates…wow I am bad at this.
So, as you know I passed my driving test in December… and I waited until end of January ’till I got a car. And I repeat myself… I GOT A CAR!! It is a very tiny, very cute Opel Corsa. (Manual transmission … because what do I want to drive a big go-cart for?… sorry … More Car Headaches
A friend of mine suggested I write about my beliefs today… and I just don’t know where to start. It’s not exactly a light topic and it’s a concept I’ve always struggled with… I was born and, until the age of 10, grew up in Eastern Europe… one of the Baltic countries to be more … More On gods and beliefs…
As you can plainly see… sticking with a journal of any kind (apart from my ticket-stub-filled travel journal) is not my strong suit… nor is getting a real job apparently. It’s been roughly five months since my last attempt at recording the events (or lack there of) of my life, looking back over the last … More Looking back, planning forward… and having a meltdown.
After two years in the wrong course (because who wants to learn about Socrates and a bunch of other dead folks, really), a year of ‘soul-searching’ (if you can call it that), two years in the right course (but in the wrong place) and one (sometimes boring, sometimes exciting) year in the most perfect place … More Cue the cheese…. conGRADUATIONs!
So you’re 23… unemployed… and completely clueless as to what to do with your life… or at least I am. I recently moved home to Co. Donegal, Ireland. After a year in London and five years in Dublin, somehow sleeping in my childhood bed feels strange. When I first decided to move home, in hopes … More Welcome to my quarter life crisis…
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