I'm sensing a double-standard, here.

Sexism's a funny thing. Late last night I received 3 drunken phone calls (more calls from drunk friends...am I, like, a magnet or something for this kind of thing?) from two friends. Two from Conail McMullan and one from Michael Goldring. Immediately I hung up Conail's first call because it sounded as if he had ass-dialled me. The second one I also hung up pretty sharpish because when I answered the phone all I heard was

HAAAAAAIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!
And if there's one thing I hate, it's things that annoy me. And shouting in my ear THAT'S annoying. But me being rude is excusable as Conail's a bastard i.e. he'll get over it.

I gave Michael's a chance because his call was more tolerant. Anyway his call was mainly nothing more than

James I'm just calling to say I've met a guy here who's going steady with a girl from our primary school

That's great Michael

You don't care do you

No, not really

I'M NOT DRUNK. I'M TIPSY JAMES! I'M TIPSY!

What a guy. Needless to say, my respect-o-meter took a significant dip.

This made me realise something. You might remember that I got a similar call on New Years Eve from Niamh Canavan. If you haven't, go look it up. There's a story there about my severe misfortune that terrible people (AKA my friends) seem to find hilarious

Anyway I realised that when I get a call like this from the guys in my year, it's annoying. But when its from the girls, it's hilarious. Mainly because you wouldn't expect it from the girls. I expect it from the guys. Well Conail at least....what an ass.

You wouldn't expect a girl to ring people drunk as they are usually so much more mature... Caoimhe McManus probably won't let me live that down but it's true. I mean I get excited at colourful socks, I feel the need to see most cartoon movies and giggle in history every time I hear the name Manteuffel. On top of that I spend my time half listening to conversations and building more interesting stories around those.

Example: I once heard my mum giving off to my sister because she could only find one sock. Immediately, my mind jumped to "a tiny man who hides in your food, and after you ingest him, travels through your blood until he gets to the feet and eats the sock from the inside"

.....At this point I feel I may have divulged too much

Dear God, why the hell are my posts getting worse? Maybe I need help.

OK new rule. You guys, my readers (all three of you) are encouraged to post ideas for posts in the comment section. I guess it's time for Posting a comment on James' Blog - For Idiots...serious idiots. Idiots with medical conditions that affect the mind

To post a comment on a given post you can either click on the name of the post in the blog archive and scroll to the bottom of the post or you click on the thing that says "0 comments" or however many comments it has at that point and it should bring you to the post with a comment box at the bottom.

Try not to write any lewd comments...lewd...what a word.

Anyway this goes for any and all future posts

Gotta leave your name or I'll just ignore you.

And I can here you saying how lazy I am and you are right sir!