Idea #6: May 20th

We trade. Fair and square. One euro/yen/pound for an invite to my house warming. It could be better than a Corey Delaney swaray. 

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Why my first novel shall read Suck on This Gearoid

WE should have known it was going to be an epic night when it started by us being kidnapped by dublin bus and a run away driver who was pissed off after finding out he had lost his job because of the cut backs. Granted Neil and i saved ourselves by getting off at Dame street, but luckily freedom was not tainted by the loss of the rest of the crew. After a brief heart to heart with the crying fat woman, we were reunited in 21s. Funny enough, the cocktails we had previously decided to be our group favourite were on special at 5 euro all night (sex on the beach? yes please) 5 or 6 cocktails later who did we meet sure only COURTNEY LOVE outside in the smokin area. now even though didnt i pure compliment her, she was a pure bitch totally unsound like and didnt she go and steal my ferosh hat. As i began to get emotional we found Sheilas non gay friend Paul who vowed to find my hat and return it to me. Sheila and i, naturally, concluded that Courtney Love must be in the VIP area soo didnt we just walk in anyway. WELL, that didnt go down well at all, but i managed to take sheila away before she was seriously hopped on by a balding man or very butch woman. We then bumped into some writer who challenged me to a write off which i totally accepted because "not blowin my own trumpet like man, sure im like better than hemmingway" (i am not even close). After my ferosh hat had met the head of EVERYONE in 21s we decided to head to maccy d's. Enter Gearoid a young enthusiatic emigrant of Wexford with big eyes and even bigger dreams. After a turbulant start to a friendship "FYI gearoid, the way to my heart is 6 chciken nuggets" Gearoid blatantly BELITTLED my writing ability and doubted the success of my first novel which in my view "is totally in the bag man". So, a little worse for wear, offended and with quite a large scratch on my arm here i am, inspired. Today i begin my novel. Suck.On.This.Gearoid.

Idea #5: May 18th

One word. Pimp.

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Idea #4: May 13th

Funny story. SO perhaps it's because Adams website was fresh in my mind but coincidently I had my own dream in which i met the man (or men) of my dreams. I'm subsequently about to start my own website. www.themenofmydreams.com. If you recognise any of the following please contact me. 

Small, quite rotund and had a hearty laugh.

Tall and quawky. Quite funny though. not that good looking but enjoyable company none the less. 

Odd accent and seemed a bit drunk but phwoar...

Like I said, if you recognise any of em, just holla. 

Au revoir simone

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Idea #3: May 11th

I turn my dream house into a brothel

idea #2: May 11th

Last night after much internet stalking I got to IM Adam Joseph Pacitti. He's Lovely. I'd fancy him anyway. I don't want to force him into a marriage for my own personal gains. HE was very supportive of my venture however and did agree that I need to offer people something in return. So, for every one euro people are willing to donate to my 20 Windsor Road fund, I will invite that donar to my dream house for one cup of Lyons tea (the moet of tea). 

Adam..you can come anytime

Until tea, 

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Inspiration

"Making a million euro is a lot easier than you would think...first you make one euro and then repeat the process a million times"

Idea #1: May 10th 2009

I've heard of Adam Pacitti, a fellow blogger who is using the internet to literaly find the girl of his dreams. The only description he has of her is this biro scribbled portrait of her wearing black glasses. Adam has created quite a media stir

Well...

I wear glasses. I have dark hair. I don't believe I am Adams dream girl, but I do believe we could help eachother out. 

Adam...settle for me :D 

I can be your dream girl, and with the media attention that surrounds us getting together and the inevitable Ok! magazine deal...we can buy my house!

I'm off to myspace/bebo/email/facebook Adam.

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In the begining

"If two and a half million people gave me a euro, I'd be laughin"

On friday, in the lashings of Irish rain I went to my local news agents to play the euro millions. I literally, 100% believed I had it won. In the midsts of my mental millions spending spree, I came across 20 Windsor Road. The dream. My dream. The most incredible house I have ever seen. Alas, some lucky spanish woman won my fortune. Fair play to her, I do not begrudge, I wish her well. I hope she finds her dream villa or something. 20 Windsor Road however remains unsold. 

I am a 19 year old arts student. 20 Windsor Road is never going to be mine. A substancial career...being realistic...is really never going to be mine. I am the broke bohiemian. The beaten bourgeois. Until now, I have been unmotivated, unmoved and uninterested. SO I turn to blogger..not to beg (though donations would be graciously accepted) but to allow you to follow my long and winding road that will hopefully lead to 20 Windsor Road. My partner in crime, life-long friend Sheila Whelan and I have began compiling ideas on how to make 2.5 million euro. We watched Mad Money last night as research but as we work in a care home and not a federal bank we think robbery might be a bit dodge. We googled "Make me a Millionaire" but online got the hits of some canadian game show and we can't afford to fly there. I offered to make oragami frogs and sell them for a euro but i don't know if the markey would strech to 2.5 million people. We are both single though so if theres any lonely billionaires out there...

It's day one and the Windsor Road fund stands at €2.74. Wish me luck.