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Subject:	Adventure: Part... something: I've finally managed to catch up:
Time:	7:43 pm.

Ah - Today I tried to find a job and it brought my buzz way down. Hm. But it's ok becuase the adventure did continue last night. I've realised theough there's no need to a) tell you people who don't really care EVERYTHING, b) no reason to list EVERYTHING and c) stop. So, we were in the George. Thursday was it? And I'm there with Johnny and Rob. It was good. I ha a few drinks and dance d alot. There weren't so many people about that night but I hung anyway. Best moment of the night: Some trash fag was leaning accross a table, on a stool in the smoking area:

Trash Fag: Wanna Come to a party in my house?
Me: Where's your house?
Trash Fag: Somewhere.
Me: Where's somewhere?
Trash Fag: In my house.

At which point he lent forward to try and kiss me. I drew my neck back until he fell forward off the stool and landed on the ground. Aparently he gets carried out of there every night he goes. We didn't hang for long after that. Johnny left early and after we had a glass of water at the bar we left as well and went to Athena (having met a dyke from the previous night in Centra). Athena was great - dirty, dirty food. Munch munch munch. We got a taxi back to Robs. I had to becuase I left my phone there. We sat up and talekd for a bit about the fact we'd only really gotton to know eachother this last week (as Ian said last night - where'd this Rob guy come from? He just popped into ALL your stories). I saw his portfolio. He looks like he should be doing Hugo Boss ads. So, anyway, the boy made up a bed on his floor for me and I kipped there. This is some stuff about Rob from a conversation I had with ebby:

I stayed in Robs last night. I was on the floor, but watching him wake up was the most adoreable thing. I'd never go out with Rob, it wouldn't work ever like, and I wouldn't want it to, but I wish I could be in what the perfect relationship for him would be, even though i's not right for me.

Rob is really broad. He's an absolutely stunning boy. He looks like a hollywood weight model in his portfolio. Like he's an advert for BOSS. But in real life he's got this sort of... gay curv to his lips and is ever so slightly effeminate. As I was watching him wake up he kept on lifting his head and sleepily examining the tan along the back of his arms.

Am I a psycho or simply appreecative? You decide. Anyway. I got up the next afternoon and he was getting ready to go to London. I decided to walk back into town, only I realised that I've no sense of direction and ended up on Lansdown Road. In the end I got a bus into town and vaguely begana job hunt. After getting food into me at Lemon, where I sat and thought about the best places to eat in Dublin and saw the woman at the next table, cocky from telling a Romanian girl to piss off get screamed at by a junkie after telling him to go away, I texted David, who it happened was at Busyfeet with his friend Edith and went and had a beer there with him.

We had a fun conversation about prostitutes and hitch hikers, and then about tables. I get along with him. I've got a vague crush on him, but then it always seems people I want to vaguely date, or anyone I've dated properly would have worked out better as a friend anyway. Though it tempts me that all my friends would probably find him a bit... unnerving. I picked up a Sunflower out of the waste and after he went one way and I went the other I came into Trinity to use the computers. Only before getting to the prefab ran into Rob (of Rob and Nat) from monday, who was sitting with two people he's never really met before. A bit of an awkward conversation ensued, but I gotta say I like the guy for just running after strangers because he wants to talk to them.

I was gonna follow him for a bit but I'd made plans with Andy to go for a drink. Ian called so Ian and I headed up toward Andy together. We called him and decided to meet in the Market Bar (which I've asoft spot for). We all sat upstairs and after Andy arrived we got a few pints into us. The banter was ninety. I love Andy for his Englishness. Plus he's a completely sound lad. Ian and him get on pretty well as well, and I just like hanging with him becuase he doesn't really nkow anyone in Dublin at the monet except for the catty women he works with at Tattler. After The Market Bar, Ian had to head home to let his flat mate home and Andy and I just went to Hogans for another pint. We ended up sitting beside a girl from the North who was on a first date with a shy guy. Bad, bad plan.

She was really boring, we were really bored. We were obviously interupting. I went for a smoke and on a whim dashed accross the street and grabbed a girl, who's name was Elise. I said "take me in, find me a boy to snog and then I'll be back before he knows it." He friends were on shrooms but it was fine. I didn't find a boy, I stood in puke, I was given a bottle of magners, I met some lecturer from college and then I realied I'd been gone ages and Andy was on his way over to find me. Oops. I actually did feel like a right cunt. It was ok though, we met a girl from San Fran who chatted to us until Andy decided it was time to go home. I hope I stop dragging him into gay bars... Though the girl aparently invited herself into adrag show on Sunday or Wednesday or something and will be on in the George. Anyway.

She pissed off and I went for a smoke, but when I came back my pint was gone and was replaced by a couple and their wine. They sat me down and tried to provoke someking od shock reaction to the fact one was 18 and one was 40. I didn't really care, but by the end of it we'd done a fiar bit of apprecaiting gay love. I ment this girl on my way to piss then, just a sthe bar closed and we went outside. She was chatting away and telling me I was a hottie. I ended up talking to her friend (who's name I barely remember) who's having his birthday tonight in the Globe and I might pop in... Heh. He tried to sell me a Mylo cd and we got on with some banter. We ended up in some skinking Kebab place eating chips with a guy who was going to his friends girlfriends funeral the next day (Liver cancer at 28...) and another girl who'd lived in Australia and had fake boobs. Then me and nameless headed on home. Not home per se, but he lives up the road from me. It wasn't until half way there he realised I wasn't a friend of his friend, who'd disapeared. We got to my front door, and he snogged me. And then I went inside, alone, and that was that.

And here we are. Finally caught up to today. I met Freaky Rob at his flower stall and had a few inuendos with him. Then I ran into Paulo when I went to look for a job in his restaurant and he gave me his number, so there's another friend. I should have been in town earlier, but I ended up watching Goodbye Mister Chips. Wonderful film. When I think the adventure may just be ending. Oh well. Who knows what's gonna happen? I may go and see what's on, I may send out a few texts, I may go to bed, but one thing's for sure, I really need a FUCKING job...

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