Being an unemployed layabout (from Belfast) seems to be having a positive effect on my livejournal habits. Apparently the less I do the more I feel compelled to write about it. Anyone who reads this (at the last count I think I had an impressive total of two livejournal friends (but who's counting?)) probably already knows that I spent the weekend camping in the Mournes in very wholesome Girl Guide fashion. I will have to coax some more friends onto the livejournal bandwagon if this is going to work for me I think. If only I were a yop yop yop (yawp yawp yawp?)bird I could entice them with my mystical call...
As of tomorrow I will cease to be an unemployed layabout (so perhaps my livejournal entries will cease as well)and will start temping in a new Queen's department where the work promises to be more interesting and the people less interesting (or do I mean attractive?) Current Mood: listless
Please note that Dearbhloid is no longer a blonde crochet fiend from Belfast. She is now a brunette (some might say redhead) unemployed layabout from Belfast. Current Mood: agitated
Once upon a time, in a remote rural backwater called Belfast, a Dearbhloid verbed her way across the countryside in search of the Maiden City. She found it. Under a rock at the seaside along with a few other many-legged creatures such as octopusses. She knew they were octopusses because they had eight legs and also because she was familiar with octopusses coming out of her bellybutton. This had happened on a regular basis ever since she consumed a delightful plate of calamari in Dubrovnik (but that's another story).
She was searching for the Maiden City because she wanted to attend the festivities as a cultural tourist. Her ignorance of Northern Irish politics was fairly typical of the populace but it bugged her all the same.
Where was I? Oh yes, under a rock at the seaside. More next time... Current Mood: vague