Six for Sunday

Six lovely things for this fine Sunday morning. 

This would’ve been lovely and alliterative, but I got to five and could find nothing else I was bothered writing about. Alliteration isn’t my number one concern in life, you know. *lie*

Also, for those of you expressing delight at my return to the blogosphere, I love you and wish I could courier over some cake to you right now. But knowing Ireland’s courier service, some lucky Botswana native would receive your very gone-off cake in mid-2013, after fielding 23 phone calls to direct Dave through the African desert.

Getting on with the lovely things…

Lovely

1. Jade the Gorgeous

Here’s me, in the Merrion Penthouse, gabbing about beauty products and life in general with Jade Thompson (@JadeLThompson), winner of Britain and Ireland’s Next Top Model. It’s in black and white so as to somewhat disguise my rotten-average-person-ness beside the *official* best looking model in Britain and Ireland. I love my job! Oh, please excuse the ridiculousness of my hair. It was windy out, okay??!

2. Jedward’s Tweets

An odd one, I know. But the things these two lads tweet never fail to bring a smile to my face. They’re 19, and tweet the mental and incoherent ramblings of a drunk toddler. Here’s a couple I retweeted the other day. Hilarious because you know it’s not put-on – they’re just THAT simple.

3. Chanel Rouge Noir

I impulse bought a bottle the other day and have been staring at my fingernails constantly since and making many unnecessary hand gestures in people’s faces. If you’re not feeling very ladylike or very womanly and you need a quick fix that will make you feel like the love-child of Princess Grace and Audrey Hepburn (quite impossible but ya know what I mean), go buy a bottle and get to feeling feminine and a little bit posh.

In the interest of full disclosure: These aren’t *my* nails.

4. Beyonce is preggers

I know this is old news (and I mentioned it in my last post) but if I’m to stand a chance at Godmothership (?) I need to publicise the crap outta this kid. I reckon I’m in with a good shot but if I’m seen to be supporting it when it’s still in the womb, I should definitely get picked over Kelly/Solange/Gwyneth. Right?

5. HOLD THE LINE!!! Love isn’t ALWAYS on time!! (choooon)

À bientôt

*Insert typical ‘guess who’s back’ style title here*

Hello there, remember me?

I’m that blogger you once read, the one who kept you mildly entertained all those months ago with my posts about nothing in particular.

Well, don’t get too excited. I’m not exactly BACK, per se. I’m just letting you know why I dropped off the face of the planet and am only clawing my way back now.

As you will know, if you are a TWYL regular, (hey Dad!) I like lists. So what more fitting way to regale you all with my tales of woe and WOAH than with a few lists?

I was…

A happy little blogger
Freelancing (a little)
Living in a lovely apartment…
…with my lovely boyfriend
Spending lots of time online, dossing
Enjoying the blogging community
Not very monied, but okay with that
Inspired daily to post on this here blog

I am now…

A happy little employee…
…at U Magazine! *wihoo*
Tired, constantly
Single
Back living with my parents
Not very monied, but still okay with it
Angry at tax
Rage-filled, more regularly than before
Commuting *pauses to cry a river of tears*
Tired, constantly
Watching a lot of West Wing to relax
Not having time to scratch myself
Tired. Have I mentioned that?

So, if you analyse both lists, you’ll see things sure have changed here on Walton’s mountain Aisling’s blog.

Some other points of note…

I would like to say THANKS A BUNCH to all the people who emailed and tweeted and facebooked and whateveryou’rehavinyourself’d me to say they miss the blog and that they want me to get back to it. It made my sad little heart do a smile.

I’d also like to say to those of you that check every day to see if something new is posted (I know who you are – in the most non-stalkery way possible), thanks for liking TWYL that much :)

And I will finish with this…

I might not be back to daily blogging as I was before, but I’m going to do my best for you, okay?! G’bye kids, until next time.

PS: Beyonce’s kid, boy or girl, is going to be called Aisling. I have it on good authority. Aisling Z. It has a nice ring to it.