LUAS is one of Dublin’s public transportation systems, much like the subway in Manhattan, only not underground. I have made the following observations over the past few days.

• An elderly man, that did not appear to be homeless, sat next to me while waiting for the next tram. He was holding a cigarette in his right hand, and he kept slowly falling forward, as if asleep… except he was entirely awake. At one point, he stuck his large left index finger into his left nostril and blew a LARGE puddle of reddish snot onto the concrete next to him. He then wiped his snotty red finger on his blue coat. And continued to tip back and forth.
• A man my age was listening to Def Leppard’s “Let’s Get Rocked” on what I presume was 100% volume on his iPod.
• Dublin children are absolutely horrific. You think American kids are spoiled and obnoxious? Well here, adults aren’t allowed to hit children at all, and the police can’t touch them. As a result, they are quite bold little shits, boys and girls alike.
• The conductor will not allow you on the tram with a shopping cart, no matter how heavy that damn lighting kit is to carry.
• If you get on the tram after 6PM, there will be at least one drunk - and sociable - man in each car. You cannot escape them.

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I signed onto Skype video chat a few days ago to see this. It’s his hair and I want him to do what he wants with it, but I am still mourning the loss of the curls and swooping bangs.

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I haven’t learned anything from Mom Blogs this week because I have not had time to read any. And I’m afraid I won’t have time this coming week either, which makes me sad.

I promise, once this music video shoot is done the posts will start flowing again, oozing with natural wit and insightful commentary.

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I have just eaten an entire pot of mashed potatoes in one sitting. Now my tummy hurts because of being too full rather than too empty. But god, does our bedroom smell good.

I just came off of a 12-hour music video shoot during which I was made to dress up as a giant piece of wrapped candy, with my chunky-style thighs showing under a miniskirt and tan tights. Last year, this would’ve qualified as the worst day of my life, but I survived through four intermediate-level film shoots last semester without hospitalization or (too many) suicidal thoughts. So I am prepared for anything. Plus, I got to keep the skirt and tights. And the green shoes that I will probably never wear again.

This morning before the shoot, I was really sad because I tried to make a bowl of cereal, and my milk, which apparently expired just two days ago, left a WEB-LIKE MUCUS on the top layer of Cheerios. Which nearly made me vomit. So I had to spend €4 on a bagel next door. But then I was happy because I went to this jewelry store across the street to buy some hair clips for my video shoot that I’d looked at the other day. I’d expected to pay the €18 I knew they were priced as, but they were 20% off today. Good timing!

I am now going to talk to Josh on Skype and pass out for a few hours until I get up to go back to the studio tomorrow and paint more stuff.

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So, what DOES happen after Josh gets into bed with me the first night in our new home together?

We both pass out.

I dream about him all night. I hope he’s thinking of me too!

When Josh goes out to get the next morning’s paper to look for jobs, it’s snowing! Brr. Still no jobs that either he or I are interested in, so we recycle and wait another day.

Josh gets started on a painting and ends up spending all day on it. It’s not great, but hey, look at that effort!

He gets tired of painting, and I guess he gets a bit frisky, because he starts rubbing my shoulders. It starts to turn me on…

…so I spin around and give him a good smoochin’. What does he do?

He smooches right back! And he’s quite good at it, let me tell you.

Yeah, I grabbed his ass. I mean, it’s so cute!

That really got Josh’s engine going, and we have our first all-out makeout session.

After he gets me all excited, I jump into his arms. That look on his face is from the pain his back is in from having to support my fat ass.

Josh starts pulling out the really suave moves, like kissing up my arm to my neck.

And we end up on the bed. Just relaxing, you know, talking…

…and making out… and did we WooHoo?

Tune in next time…

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