hey, is your kettle broken?



cos mine is. and so is morgan and cal's. apparently. and someone else who i don't know had to buy a kettle midway through entertaining. i haven't actually asked anyone but it is possible that all kettles are broken but nobody (apart from me and morgue) is talking about it. hence my question, is your kettle broken?


now begins the arduous task of buying a new kettle. starting with selection. although it is not my actual decision - it is my flatmate's kettle and therefore the decision is hers how she would like to replace it - i google image searched electric kettles and guess what? they are all various shades of hideous. and then actually making time to go to the store and get it or being bothered to use the internet (for something other than reading blogs and writing awesome emails and buying stationery) and ordering a kettle off the internet. it all seems too much. the alternative is boiling water in a pot for tea or coffee (the only reason to have a kettle is cups of tea and coffee), which was romantic the first time (i felt like i was anne of green gable) but has now worn my patience.


you know what else is wearing my patience: the cold. i'm constantly frozen. it is freezing my braincells and causing me to do things like be a bitch to everyone. not that everyone is blameless (cos people also wear my patience). lucky i'm so freakin' charming most of the time or my friends and colleagues would be dropping like flies. also luckily my parents seem to adore me which eliminates one sphere of insecurity from my life... there are only like a million others (easy to tackle and all that). i may have to take a day off from life and lock myself in a room with gilmore girls dvds so i can pretend i'm luke's girlfriend. cos that would be much more emotionally intelligent than my current approach which is to snort at people when they talk to me. mature ahe?

if i had a kettle that worked, my guess is this would not be happening.