Frozen peas

What a fucking blogshy I've been. But it's been a fucking SHITE week. Thanks for your emails you three. I concur all of them.

So this is what's down. The cops have located my car - and it's fucked. How fucked I don't yet know. I'm not allowed to see it.

Oh for five minutes with a fucking chainsaw. Even three would do.

NVM Shit happens and that's just fucking that isn't it my lovely bouncing web baby bloom readers.



I'm going to have a go at some time lapse stuff I reckon. Like just my fucking desk seat for a day or something. Or maybe an evening after work with beer and TV. Ha. That's probs the ticket.

I'm experiencing a fucking trend of severe disappointment. FUCKING JUNK MAIL. I get home and there's like SIX envelopes with my name on them. I'm like "OHHHOH! Now what could this be?! Some fucking money or something" and what the fuck is it? SOME SHIT ABOUT GETTING A CREDIT CARD OR A FUCKING SET OF CHAIRS OR SOME OTHER SHITE I DON'T FUCKING NEED! Now I've learned to live with email spam. The outlook rules are starting to really mature and I'm fucking DELIGHTED with the progress there. But this shit is un-fightable.

I'll tell you what though, shred the fucking lot and it makes EXCELLENT barbeque kindling. And someone else paid to give it to me. HA! Makes the fucking world a lot brighter when you get something free as the fucking rain.
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