Frozen peas

You know what. I'm burning up about alcoholica. It's like having this real fucking sexy aunt. It's so wrong, but you still look and think "Well right now, I can LIVE with it". Then ten minutes later you'll be like "I need to live in a CAVE. I'm deserving of nothing better". Thing is, I don't know if I REALLY REALLY REALLY could do without having a drink (regularly). I worry that perhaps you know this is a fucking problem. I get to thinking "Maybe I could take a month off if I wanted to". But it seems like such a fucking stubbornist point-proving approach to life. And I am not fucking stubborn. Try me.



Lately, I have developed a real FUCKOFF of a habit. I have these fucking DVD/CD pens that are really useful and stuff, and then I use them and everything's great. Then I turn into a fucking idiot. I leave the top off - and not for five minutes - for a fucking DAY. PEN DIES. I'm like the Pen Hitler. I can FUCK PENS UP. If it's not the fucking lid, then I eat the shit out of the end. Unless it's metal. I'm serious. I ate so many fucking pens, I went to a shop and paid £15 for a fucking metal pen. I still tried though, but fillings and metal pens teach you a quick (effective) lesson. So if you know any pens that FUCK you off, just send them to me.

I can help you.

I have the TALENT.
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