Eat My Fairydust

Is something I saw on the back of a car today, but I wasn't fast enough to take a picture. To say the least, I have no idea why I found it funny but I guess today was just an interesting day. For one thing I think I did well on an exam for the first time in a very long time, I have yet to see my results but I know that I passed.

Next, introducing J and D. J and D are two people I consider the closest things I have to friends, J is a girl who happens to have a certain obsession with a certain band (lets just say that if anyone I knew read this and the band connected they would immediately knew who she was). She is probably the bitchiest and most sarcastic person I know but in reality she is a child at heart, just not many people get to see that side. Heavily opinionated with a healthy dose of hair dye and piercings it has always been an honour of mine to be counted among the few people she actually likes.

Enter D, D has the physical form of a girl but he is really just a boy trapped in the wrong gender. Often making jokes about his sexual orientation of loving Pans and pots, he probably has the biggest heart I have ever witnessed, he's one of those people whose special talent in seeing the good in everyone except themselves. D is the proud owner of many jerseys, jumpers and oversized shirts as well as a collection of Doc Martens, he is the giant to my midget height.

And it is with these two great individuals that I spent the more interesting part of my day. This particular day consisted of making a tower from the corpses of Frozen Coke cups and straws (i.e J's tendency to pulls things to pieces, and my tendency to make odds things). I was also the subject of a marriage proposal with the use of a 2 dollar ring (people have then tendency to think J and D are dating, but in reality J is a straight as a straw, deceptively sturdy but actually very bendy) which I graciously accepted. This was followed by the discovery of the Magical Flashy Glitter Bouncy Balls of Destiny (J is 3 and enjoys being distracted by sparkles and cute things) which we promptly purchased and began making a nuisance of ourselves.

That is the story of my probably boring to read about day.

From,
Dorcha Aingeal
(J is hot)