Landhos.

I hate crying babies. So much. In the last few days, I have been subjected to more crying babies in more small rooms than I have in my entire life. Apparently, babies don't take well to Ireland, and I happen to be there EVERY time they realise that. My ears are ringing.

On another unhappy note, my landlord is a skank bitch. First, she threatened to kick me out yesterday because I'm too messy (I have witnesses that she is crazy), and then she gave away the internet broadband thing she said I could have because the guy who left it there decided to reclaim it. Had she TOLD me I wasn't going to be able to keep it, I wouldn't have paid to use it in the first place. FUCK OFF.
So yes, my landlord, the little Asian lady of the night with her own vag-wash sitting openly in the medicine cabinet, is a whore. And to be honest, she may actually be a whore. She works odd hours, including starting at 4:00 in the morning, and needs to constantly 'bring her intimate parts to their natural balance' with vag-wash.

All in all, bad experience in Dublin. Buuuuuuuut, I did manage to get a job in Kilkenny! Whaaaat? Yeah! Somehow, I don't know how, I got a job waitressing at a four-star hotel. I've never waitressed before in my life. Ah well, adventures await.

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