Frozen peas

I got this cup that is actually a cafetiere with a handle. It's FUCKING AMAZING. I've ditched all my teabags and am now drinking tea using leaves - although they don't look like leaves to be honest. Still I'm drinking the best tea I've had in YEARS.

Our cats just kill me right now. I've pretty much deleted TV from my entertainment requirements. These little pair of shits just hunt each other, or string, or a fly or whatever and it's SERIOUSLY funny. Clearing up the lumps of shit from the littertray is a fucking bind though. Two small creatures create such a fucking MOUND of shit every day. They beat me hands down. I'm so embarrased.

My car looks like it's finally fucking sorted out. It used to look like this



then this happened after some FUCKER stole it. I was fucking gutted to hear they didn't get fucked up as a result. Nevermind though eh, fucking insurance looks like sorting it out. I'll tell you this though, they're still a bunch of thieving bastards at the insurance company.

Thursday see's us out in the George for Curry and beer. I've finished a self-imposed alchohol fast for two weeks, and I'll tell you this much - it was fucking murder. All my friends are beer heads. In the evening when it's sunny, I like to have a beer in the sun. DENIED. When off for a curry, beer washes it down well. DENIED. On a friday evening a bottle of wine is spectacular. DENIED. I expected to feel good after a few weeks. NEGATIVE. I expected to be able to save money. NEGATIVE - I bought 6 bottles of coca cola. I sincerely thought I could go out without having a beer and enjoy it just the same. NEGATIVE. You know some people would get fucking worked up about it all and decide that they needed help, struggle through some fucking therapy class with some fucking 40-year-old virgin mentor. FUCK THAT. Fast is over.

So I'm in New York for St. Patricks day. I'm looking for digs man. Help me out.
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