Picture of my sloppy desk. Just because.
Retweeted article simultaneously attacking a conservative political view and emphasising my right-on world-view
Phil Lynott’s Old Town video #random #nostalgia #dodgy80shairdos
Breda O’Brien’s a *insert damning insult of the hour here* #emphaticheadnods
Latest blog post: Blogging brush-offs and other abandoned posts
Can’t believe *insert latest thing to be outraged about here* #shocking
Go the fuck to sleep #middleofthenightparenting
Picture of my dinner. Why not? #nomnom
Larry David quote #wisdom
Breda O’Brien’s a *insert damning judgement of the hour here* #toorightyeah
Has Neven had botox? Looks like it #nevenmaguire
Did anyone see my car keys? #doofus
Where can I get American Crème Soda? #80sflashbackcraving
Malcolm Tucker quote #modernphilosophy
Does anyone know where I can get a cheap lobotomy? #notcopingwithwork
Question: Recommend your family tent #impendingcampingholidayannoucement
Picture of emergency coffee purchase *insert little thumb up* #survival
Picture of toothpaste on hair? #howdoesshedoit?
Picture of Bono looking worse #onob
It’s only fucking Wednesday? #cries
department of speculation 
Why imaginary? Too true, surely! Don’t forget the ads, though. The never-fecking-ending constant barrage of thinly-disguised and blatantly-sledgehammered Twitter ads. #bombardedbyshite
I’ve spared the world the circulation of my inane shite, Tara. Don’t say I never do anything for yiz. I think I’m having the web equivalent of a Falling Down moment. I feel a few punctuation hit ‘n’ runs coming on. Oh God.
I think you should string all the titles of the dead posts together to make a bedtime story. How’s that for homework.
Let me just re-read them…. *slumps facedown on keyboard* (result)
Let me guess. Wake you up when it’s Friday?
*snores to the rhythm of Ole Ole* (enjoy the peace from my needy angst)
You’ve captured perfectly why I don’t do twits ….or Mugbook for that matter. None of us, not even you or I, can be that interesting day after day after day.
You speak for yourself. I just had half a bun and hung out some clothing to dry.
Ah would you ever come on over to twitter. I amuse myself on occasions over there. It’s not about pleasing others I just love to amuse myself (although I often quote my mum in my head when I post on twitter, “little amuses the simple minded”.)
Oh for my own internal dialogue? I’d probably be sectioned. I like your attitude, tric. I’m only sneering at my almost certain annoying behaviour if I ever got on there. Sort of like my blogging, only with triple the amount of 12 year old humour. Sorry 12 year olds.
You have it to a tee, you would fit right in – come on over!
Maybe it could be my most successful attempt at dieting. My fingers would be too busy to tear themselves away for such mundane tasks like opening the fridge.