I'm busy doing nuffink.......

Alright cunts!

I've finally worked up the energy and the electricity on my shitty solar system to be able to write again.  Today the sun is out....it's bloody hot and to be fucking truthful all I really want to do is nothing at all.  Not that I've always been this....ummmm...ineffective....believe or not, I had a job once!  But now I just don't see the point of working...so I don't!  And anyway, I'm fucking good at doing nuffink!  And given anything like a choice on this....I'll do precisely that for every dullard day left in my sad, little, lonely, boring life!  And for those of you shouting 'get a job ya cunt,' I can reply using another well-known English catchphrase, 'On ya bike, ya cunt,' and if that one doesn't work on you then try this one for size....'fuck off!  Job!  Ya cunt!'

Hang on..... just going to the fridge!

I don't know exactly how hot it is, but that beer just disappeared down the hatch before I'd even made it back from the fridge to the seat of boredom at my table!  Oh well....time for another!

I went out yesterday.

As a statement of boring fact...that statement is right up there!  Not only is it wholly truthful...it's also boring as shit.  And that's the way I like it.  I'm not going to tell you where I went because it's none of your fucking business, ya nosy cunts!

I might be going out again tonight.  Hows about that for 'living it up'?  The last time I went out 2 nights in a row Edward Teeth was PM and blogging was just a word that sounded like it had something to do with fucking nose-picking!

How things change?  In those days I was young, carefree and almost married, whereas these days I'm old, stressed and almost divorced legally separated  (makes it sound like we were fucking conjoined twins or something).  There was a time when admitting things (such as being almost legally separated) would have thrown me into a cold sweat and about 2 cases of beer.  But I'm making progress cos now all it does is send me reaching for the beer.  The cold sweat has been replaced by a sort of mild, lukewarm perspiration which I put down the fact that I don't give a shit any more.  Also breaking out in a cold sweat in 40 degree temperatures is something of a fucking impossibility!  Thank fuck I don't move around very much because if I started sweating for real (as a result of something active.....like going food shopping, or having a huge shit) I might confuse that sweat for something completely different from what it is.  Let's face it, my impending death divorce legal separation occupies more of my time than it fucking deserves.  Even in death (she's not really dead...the fucking bitch.....but saying she is makes me feel a whole lot better about things) the fucking bitch still takes up more of my hectic day than is really needed.  I console myself with the thought that if I wasn't spending my time making effigies and sticking pins into them I would have very little to fill my fucking day!  Every cloud...and all that shit!

I was going to show you a couple more photos but I can't be fucked.

My lemon tree is dead.  My friend was right.  You are supposed to water the bastards.   I pissed on it a few times but I guess that wasn't enough.

I had a plum tree last year as well.  That fucking dried up like a prune as well.  I threw in the hole in the ground that used to be my swimming pool hoping there might be some water there to revive the fucker but all I did was succeed in breaking another tile.  That was my last attempt at gardening.  Too much like fucking work and what's more the fridge was way too far away for true comfort.  Nowadays I confine myself to just pissing on anything that looks like it's wilting!  That includes any mates who've had one too many!  The cunts!

I'm outta here...