You Are a Fun Flirt

You just can't help yourself... you flirt with everyone you know. Guys, girls, crushes, and friends. They're all victims to your charm. You're into silly innuendos, sexy jokes, and playful touches. You are a huge flirt, yet you never make anyone (too) uncomfortable!

You're 75% Irish

You're very Irish, and most likely from Ireland. (And if you're not, you should be!)

I didn't realise how slow headaches are though. You run for the cold and you just smack into the bastards. Either that or there is some Sam Fisher kind of espionage going on, and they're sneaking up on me and bludgeoning my brain with themselves. Yes. In other words, I have a cold and a headache. If I haven't mentioned it, my leg hurts. Torn calf, yadda yadda. I limp now. I am officially an old man. Sigh. Hardly anyone is replying on MSN. Woe is me. Actually, my parents considered Woe as a middle name. Settled on 'B'. Odd people.

Well. That was most certainly an interesting weekend. I went to a vodka bar, and then to a club. In the club was a large group of men who think I'm Irish thanks to a rather drunk night a month ago, so I spent half the time doing an Irish accent. The rest of the time was spent buying drinks for a Scottish girl down for the weekend who, as it turns out, has a boyfriend up in Scotland. I have now (somewhat belatedly) been informed she is a maneater. Obviously I didn't have the right sauce. :P Anyway, we got a limo back to Lizz's house, crashed out after drinking quite a bit more booze. And I slept. And I woke up with two peanuts up each nostril. NOT expected. My nose still feels salty. They could have at least just used dry roasted ones, instead of the really fucking salty ones. Mind you, the girl walking around all morning in a t-shirt and hotpants/what she called pajama bottoms was a perk... :D Well, back to the grind I guess. Whee...