I’m currently stuck at home instead of traipsing across the country back to a life of informal employment by the government, by which i mean uni. It’s the fault of that bastard snow storm last night, yes I could have driven back yesterday but I said I would go to this party instead.

I ended up passed out in a leather chair at said party, kind of like a pissed up uncle or granparent, except i’m too young and promiscuous to be either of them. Sleep wouldn’t have been bad if it had been possible, instead I kept getting woken up by TiK ToK by Ke$ha (yeah I spelt it right!) because someone’s alarm kept going off.

Eventually, after trying to tell myself otherwise, I had to acknowledge that the world was in fact covered by snow. It’s not that I have anything against snow, it’s not as if it touched me inappropriately some time in the past and now we awkwardly try to avoid each other – cos that didn’t happen. It’s rather that its an incessant nuisance. I can’t go anywhere and the BBC is over-reacting as if the world were ending.

Had Germany make a snow making machine rather than fighter planes then they would easily have won WW2 and battered us in the blitz, because when it snows we go to shit.

Now I have to spend my time hiding upstairs, like Anne Frank to a degree (see there is some relevance in the post title, I’m not Fall Out Boy), except instead of nazis, or nazi zombies for you COD5 fans, I’m avoiding my family.

I miss uni where dirty bowls of week old cereal are legally allowed, in fact forced upon you. Fuck my house’s hygiene. I’ll keep you posted on escape plans.