Being depressed just means you’re not a moron
Posted in Environment, Family, Health, Personal, Rants on Nov 15th, 2010
I once bled onto a Flintstone sock for four days in a Ballsbridge bedsit ’til it was hard enough to slash through human flesh or qualify for a Garda weapon’s seizure. Another time the man I was sleeping with just plain refused to crawl into my bed: ‘June, I can’t…there’s a phone in there and a half-eaten plate of pasta, [...]
