Tag Archives for smile on my face
It seems I’m only happy when I work two jobs. Any other time is ordinary, nine to five just isn’t good enough. For the past couple of weeks I’ve been wearing several hats at the same time and I feel … Continue reading →
28. May 2006 by Caroline
Categories: Personal |
Tags: cheerleader, hats, hell, jobs, meister, moonlighting, rain, smile on my face, time off, undies, vibe |
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Me sad, says he. Delayed shock, the loss of someone who should still be a friend, the confrontation with mortality. I know how he feels. All I have is words and the words are not my own. Write his name … Continue reading →
19. November 2004 by Caroline
Categories: Personal |
Tags: apple tree, confrontation, digging a hole, eden, hips, hole in the rain, john balance, long distance, mortality, Personal, pot plant, rain cap, shovel, smile on my face, sms, trousers |
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Don’t get me wrong, the (Irish) country side is very pretty, but I really am a city girl. Dublin just puts a smile on my face. I feel much more at home here now that I was traipsing around sheep … Continue reading →
03. October 2004 by Caroline
Categories: Ireland |
Tags: blokes, breakfast on pluto, chance meetings, city girl, doorstep, dublin, gaeltacht, gaffer, hot press, irish country, library bar, neil jordan, old friends, sheep dung, smile on my face, twang, vodka |
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