Lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundraaaa

[honeyspider]

I love reading housematehorror. It makes me realise that despite any problems we have in our household, living in the LFoD is, in actual fact, bliss. Because we don't live with any of those people. Thank the gods on high for that piece of mercy. (Although, maybe the flatmates might disagree and I could see someone on there very soon who is rather vividly like me... Hmmmm. I prepare to live in fear of this day.)

The first night of the 48 was excellent, even though it was raining. Tonight is going to be colder and wetter and windier, and it's been snowing/sleeting all day. Coooold. Drank quite a bit though I remained little more than tipsy, and there was quite a bit of glorious snogging going on. Ah, drunken boys and their amusingness. Who can resist such temptations?

Tonight it has been promised that there will be Boosh music. Oh hells yes. We're getting The Tundra Rap, because it's fitting to the current weather. The weather in which I find it a challenge to feel my fingers properly.