Category Archives: LA Living

Back To Basically You’re An Ape

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Ape

A day can make a big difference in L.A. Seven of them can be huge. This time last week I was just starting to get over my freaking out period. The hump was being climbed on and giddied over. Since then, every day has been on the up. Back to the good days of L-Hey. Looking back, you would wonder why bother getting so worked up over small, small issues. A scissors? Some ape. You know 6 months down the line they will mean nothing at all. I know this, yet I was still being an ape. Once an ape… and all that. I seriously do think it was the gin comedown, a drop never again. Now that I’ve moved on from that, I need to get a few things prioritised. Unfortunately today has stagnated big time with the back to basics spoof. Now that things are being ticked off the to-do and get settled list, the slippery slope of bums-ville is creeping upon me. Continue Reading »

B. I. N. G. Oh Dear God, Come On!!!

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Bingo!

Feeling fairly tired to be true so it’ll be short and sour. I seem to be finally getting back into a writing flow of some sort so need to keep the daily blogaruu going. It is amazing what a desk can do for you. The reason behind the tiredness is… oddly enough… bingo! Or more the bingo lady. But I’ll come back to that. Continue Reading »

How Do You Eat An Elephant?

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Elephant

Slowly but surely I’ve been sorting out my mental stumbling blocks. There shall be no more harping on about them after today either! Just making sure that I extradite them all fully. Chipping away at them over the past few days. Piece by piece. Instead of just sitting and staring at what it is that I must get done. I think my initial problem when I got back was getting caught up in what other people were doing. Biggest waste of time ever. Success dripping everywhere. Meeting people whose company paid for this, that and the other. Annoyed that I had no company to back me up. Stupid. Caring what other people were doing so well. To make sure I well and truly splattered the icing on the pointless cake, I wasted even more time worrying how I would get things back up and running. Ending up doing nothing. Worrying. Wondering where my piece of the pie was. Finally copping on that the pie here is funking huge. Enough of it to go around. Continue Reading »

Got It? Got What? What Do I Got?!

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Forgot

As I might have mentioned previously, my world almost collapsed when I found out that I forgot to bring my scissors with me. Left it back in Ireland. Apocalypse now. Thankfully, I’ve moved on. Well, kind of. I still think about it, but it’s no longer causing the sky to tumble down. Anyways, that was one thing I forgot back in Ireland. I’ve quickly realised that I have forgotten way more things here in L.A. Especially after the hibernation period I went through at home. Feels like I’ve just woken up from a coma. Forgot a lot! Continue Reading »

Owen’s Bad. You’re Worse.

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Herbert The Pervert

Now that I have detoxed from all the booze from the first three days, I can see the light again. About time. Ditched my enemy. Out to sabotage me. Doing his best to freak me out. Good old Owen. He did well yesterday. If Saturday to Tuesday were the best cluster of days I’ve had in L.A that I can remember, yesterday was a low point. With only one person to blame. I started looking up flights at one stage. Did not want to be here. Not on a plane either though. Didn’t really want to be anywhere. Went looking for a hole to hide in. Failed. Instead, I just did well freaking myself out. Pointlessly. I blame the gin. Continue Reading »

Big Bag Of Nuts Please

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Mr Nut

Nuts. Random. Surreal. I knew L.A was all of the above. I knew this as I arrived on Saturday. I did not know that I would see a new level so soon. Kind of after blowing my mind. Only on the flight over did it sink in that I was finally going back. Realisation. Long term visa. Happy days. Probably be a bit weird to be back though after being home for a good bit. I was hoping that making the quick call to arrive back for Halloween would be a good idea. Perfect event for book purposes and all that. Although the possibility of going to the Playboy Mansion is appealing anyways, book or no book. My expectations of how events might transpire were way off. Way, way, waaaay off. The past three days have taken things up a notch. Don’t think I was ready for it. Maybe if I was settled in and had a few things organised it might be different. As it is though, fairly random. Contrasting it with Ireland. Even more so if I end getting on a private jet to Antigua today. Maybe my hangover is making me think it’s all a bit more bizarre than it actually is. Continue Reading »