Sherlock Holmes, ex-boyfriends and little black dresses...
It sounds like a joke really, what do Sherlock Holmes,
ex-boyfriends and little black dresses have in common? Joey always
has one of them on her at all times.
Ha.
You'd get it if you knew me better, honest, it's funny.
Today is the eve my seventeenth birthday. Unfortunately for me because my birthday is right after Christmas I've speant every single one in my nana and grandad's house in the back end of beyond in Wexford.
But the twenty-seventh of December is whole other matter. That's when I get to celebrate my birth my way before being forced into the awkward embraces of aunts who hate my family and purposely get me one present for Crimbo and Bday which will have a Yuletide theme of course despite the fact this makes it unusable in a week of recieving it for another eleven months.
Today I got up late and drank tea in bed while typing. After a lengthy debate with my mother about the expansion of the music technology industry I got dress in a little dress given to me by an ex-boyfriend for my birthday on Christmas eve.
The same ex-boyfriend met us in town for the first day of the sales where I got yet another black dress this time with some purple and green bits then we went to see the Sherlock Holmes film.
I loved it. From the return of Watson to the ex-army young doctor of wit from the books from the fat dope on the BBC. Holme's cocaine adiction was replaced with an untidyness that was not from the books but gelled well with the character. The fights (though numerous) were amusing and the dialogue snapped and sparked with the intellegence that rang from every page of Conan's iconic novels and short stories.
But what's the punch line? Really, why is it that a genius detective is needed, or the consitant return to past mistakes or the somber evening attire at all times of day??
Well if I told you then there wouldn't be any mystery!
Ha.
You'd get it if you knew me better, honest, it's funny.
Today is the eve my seventeenth birthday. Unfortunately for me because my birthday is right after Christmas I've speant every single one in my nana and grandad's house in the back end of beyond in Wexford.
But the twenty-seventh of December is whole other matter. That's when I get to celebrate my birth my way before being forced into the awkward embraces of aunts who hate my family and purposely get me one present for Crimbo and Bday which will have a Yuletide theme of course despite the fact this makes it unusable in a week of recieving it for another eleven months.
Today I got up late and drank tea in bed while typing. After a lengthy debate with my mother about the expansion of the music technology industry I got dress in a little dress given to me by an ex-boyfriend for my birthday on Christmas eve.
The same ex-boyfriend met us in town for the first day of the sales where I got yet another black dress this time with some purple and green bits then we went to see the Sherlock Holmes film.
I loved it. From the return of Watson to the ex-army young doctor of wit from the books from the fat dope on the BBC. Holme's cocaine adiction was replaced with an untidyness that was not from the books but gelled well with the character. The fights (though numerous) were amusing and the dialogue snapped and sparked with the intellegence that rang from every page of Conan's iconic novels and short stories.
But what's the punch line? Really, why is it that a genius detective is needed, or the consitant return to past mistakes or the somber evening attire at all times of day??
Well if I told you then there wouldn't be any mystery!


8 Comments
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BY THE WAY!!! (i check that it was today and everything ;) ).
And who is this ex-boyfriend who may be getting another chance? (Yes I like girl talk too ;) ). Whoever he is he was extreamly lucky to have you in the first place (let alone AGAIN!) :P
Avatar was fab..... loved the fantastic world you were swept into.
Seriously its scary!
Aww no gossip! :( lol joking
Ive been called Sweet and Cute in one sitting lol!
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