Attack of the Cryptosporidium

We have a bug in the water around here at the moment and are not allowed to drink straight from the tap but must boil water first. My cat seems to think that this is part of some new torture regime involving me denying him access to cold, freshly-run tap water complete with chlorine. He's therefore trying to guilt trip me into turning the tap on.

I will not break!

Virgin Pie

Yay for Virgin Pie Parties! What a fantastic idea. I know what Mr. Grim was thinking (or thereabouts) but how about everyone who's never cooked a pie before cooks one and brings them to a party with all their friends so that they can all test each other's pie making skills... Amazing.

My cat has a hairball and is sitting on the coffee table coughing. I know he's going to yak all over my carpet soon.... What can you do though? Short of tape a bag round his head. No - I've already killed one pet (Token II) this month - not going to kill another. Although Splinter isn't looking very well at the moment. He seems to be panting quite a lot and he is a geriatric really. Poor old boy.

I put some oil in my car today. It's very easy - so easy in fact that I can't believe I didn't do it before - could've saved myself £1700 and a lot of hassle. Still I suppose it's another lesson learned. I won't blow my engine up again. At least not from not putting oil in it.

I've got the day off on Thursday to go shopping - woo hoo! Work do on Friday too which should be a right laugh. I've got a great self defense move to do on our leery colleague if he decides to get gropey which I'm really looking forward to. It's called the body shock and I'll let you know how it goes.

New Fish

This is my new fish; his name is Kiss. I had to buy him because I dropped a rock on Token II and killed him. Whoops! I'm going to try very hard not to kill Kiss as he looks like he's wearing lipstick and that's just too cool.

I had a Virgin Vie party on Friday night which was really good because it meant inviting a load of laydees to my flat. I really like entertaining and I now want to do more of it.

I invited my neighbour from upstairs, she's a GP and is very funny and drinks as much as me (which is comforting). I also invited a few of my of my colleagues. One of them called me and asked me if I lived in the (slightly down market) flats next to mine and when I said 'do you really think I'd live there?' she replied 'well you're only renting aren't you? A flats a flat isn't it?' I suppose I deserved it for being snobby in the first place but it did make me think that perhaps she's a bit of a bitch. Oh well.

Other than that I've just been 'pottering' really; one of my favorite pastimes but also completely necessary as I'm skint!

I have been entertaining myself by writing a shopping list of things that I'm going to buy when I get paid on Thursday. I might even take the afternoon off so that I can spend all of my money without delay.

I have changed my status to 'married' on Facebook but am slightly disappointed that only one of my friends asked me what the wedding was like. I also got a little bit irritated with The Engineer for being so bloody pleased with himself for having reproduced. I mean I know that people are proud of their offspring and like to spout on about them but does that mean that they become totally oblivious to how boring it makes them sound?

I suppose that really my irritation is down to me being ever-so-slightly jealous - completely irrational as I don't want t kid at the moment, I want a job with O2 (that pays better and means that I'd be able to drive a Porsche - couldn't get a child seat in a Cayman).

Funny things - emotions.

OH MY GOD!

I haven't blogged for ages because I'm really bloody happy at the moment and therefore find it difficult to write... No one wants to hear happy; do they?

However, I'm well annoyed tonight. I've just been out with my beautiful cousin and she informed me that she's going to ask her insecure, part time drug dealer, ignorant yet opinionated boyfriend of four months to move in with her and her two year old son.

The last time I went out with my cousin I had the pleasure of experiencing said boyfriend lecturing me on how I should not be seeing two men at the same time and that I shouldn't expect him to set me up with his (emotionally and intellectually retarded) friends as they like 'nice girls' (i.e. girls who wear chastity belts if they're not in an exclusive relationship.

After I had expressed my concerns regarding her plans she invited the two bit drug dealer who demonstrates that money can't buy style to join us and when I informed them that I was leaving (about five minutes) after he arrived he had the cheek to protest that I was leaving on account of him arriving.

Further to this my other friend, who's boyfriend hit her a few weeks ago, has asked me to meet up with said wife beater and 'listen to what he has to say'. What's he got to say I wonder? Is he going to give me a valid reason for hitting her? I'm sure he could but that really isn't the point is it? I know a woman has a responsibility not to push a man to far but I still can't respect a man who raises his hand to a woman.

And now I'm the bad girl. Apparently I'm the one who is not supporting her friend and is therefore a bad friend.

I don't fucking care! At some point, someone has to stand up and say 'that's not right' and if you all think I'm an arsehole for doing it then SO BE IT.