If you haven’t heard of Brenda Staudmeirer already let me introduce yah to her. Her website is thelovelybrenda.com. She was the first person to ever take pictures of me naked.

Actually that’s not true. I, like most girls, had perverted older boyfriends in high school[although I think I was almost if not more perverted].

Ok, so Brenda was the first person to ever take pictures of me naked legally and for reasons beyond her own selfish pleasure!

Anyways these are just some shots that may or may not be going into a book. It’d be awesome if they did. Because I like the idea of being in a book on a coffee table and someone spilling a cup of tea on me and my image being slowly blurrred away by hot liquid.

God I’m all hot and bothered now. Not really. But I smell awful and really should take a shower. I’ve been trying out this celibacy thing but clearly I’m using it as a excuse to just buy less body wash…

Oh and that’s the BK entrance to the Williamsburg bridge.

xo

This morning when I woke up in Long Island, I was staring at my reflection in a giant mirror in a hotel room. I was in a queen sized bed with three half naked men(Marshall, Joe[pictured] and Billy). Two of which were engaging in some of the straightest spooning I have seen.
I somehow managed to wake Marshall up and make him buy me orange soda in the lobby where I discovered the brochure for the hotel room I brought while absolutely wasted at 3am that morning. Turns out for just a hundred dollars more I could of had the safari suite - complete with round canopy bed[mirrored ceilings as well] and a very exotic theme, or the full mirrored room, or even the heart shaped jacuzzi suite.

This all happened as a result of me coming out for my pal Heathers birthday party where I had a lot of rummy bears[which I keep imaging as these evil alcoholic bears attacking my liver with axes], jello shots, sparks and blueberry vodka. It was amazing. We went to White Castle. I threw myself on asphalt for no reason.

I jumped on the bed this morning and watched cartoons and than got on the train back to nyc and realized I had the most killer hangover ever. Thank god for Gatorade, hummus and watermelon.

PART TWO:

The Blarney Castle Trip. I kissed a stone, I am now blessed with gift of eloquence apparently… Also I like flowers. No really, I really really like flowers. I really like taking pictures of flowers. Send me some?

Check out the rest from this day here!

PART THREE:

Went to the aquirum in Dingle with my younger cousin Sara. IT WAS AWESOME. I met Molly the turtle. I pet LIVE STINGRAYS. I learned about fish. I watched my cousin hold a starfish and a blowfish. Than we went horseback riding with some more of my family members[my Grandpa and I rode Little Charlie and Big Charlie]. It was my first time ever on a horse. IT WAS AWESOME. I rode by a stream, in a meadow, up and down a hill. Horses are truly majestic animals - this will not be my last ride!

Check out the rest of them here! 

PART FOUR

Shopping and drinks with old family friends and my parents.

Check out the rest here! [theres less than the other sets - but still worth it]

That’s all for now…

I took almost 800 pictures in Ireland…it is going to take me awhile to go through them but for now please enjoy part one! I posted some of my favorites in this entry. But CLICK HEREEEEEEEE TO SEE ALL OF THEM.

The past two days since I’ve landed my pale ass back in nyc have been pretty crazy.

I’m newly single and actually pretty happy about it. My boyfriend had been treating me pretty awfu, wanting to flirt with other girls and go out and party and get drunk a lot while I’d rather stay home and make him happy. For some reason I just don’t think it’s right for your boyfriend to be playing topless spin the bottle. In fact who the fuck plays spin the bottle at 27? I got over that at 13. Ironic how he says his friends warned of him of how “wild” I am when in reality he goes out much more than I do and I much more serious at this point in my life. Also I’m 19, I need to be alone for awhile - enjoy myself for awhile especially since he wasn’t capable of appreciating me like he should of. So while the sting is still there[being told someone doesn’t love you suck I rather throw myself down a few flights of stairs in all honesty]…this is for the best. He lost something he is never going to get back. My friendship will never be his either as you do not treat me like dirt and expect to get me back.

So single Sinead is back and awesome.

I went to a housewarming party on Saturday and it was great.

Had brunch with Frog and Holly yesterday than went to Mccarren Pool with Brendon James park for the sole purpose of going on the slip n slide. We got completly soaked. Went manly man man hunting. I was gonna go to a BBQ but when I got home the combination of hungover, jet lag and sun fatigue killed me and I passed out really early.

Going to the Hamptons for the first time ever this weekend to see Frog dj.

And flying down to Flordia to see my girlfriend Yumna A S A P.

LIFE IS EXCITING.

Oh and I renamed my cat Fungi after the killer Irish dolphin…

And I’m making her a fin out of cardboard, foil and glitter.

Outies!!!!