HAILSTORMS OF DOOM

Jesus H Christ. The weather here in the 'Diff is bloody awful. This is the latest in a long line of rubbish excuses from yours truly explaining my infrequent outfit posts, but it's hard to get enthusiastic about dressing up fun-times when every time you look out of the window it's raining painful little ice pellets thick and fast. This may sound like a ridiculous excuse for my abject laziness, but hear me out: when Mel and I were walking to the art school bar earlier, we were screaming in pain and had to walk sideways to avoid aforementioned ice pellets lodging themselves in our faces. Thanks to the Great British winter, my outfits have mainly consisted of three massive jumpers (all equally hideous) junked-up shoes and a hugely unflattering kagoul. Wicked.

But never fear! For I have devised an ingenious plan to beat the current sub-Arctic conditions with my hair and will to live remaining intact, and it is as follows.

I am not going to leave the house.

Instead, I am going to watch Twin Peaks in it's entirety (again) and sit in my living room dressed like Audrey Horne, looking all sultry and shit.






(pictures courtesy of...um, Google Images?!)



Possibly not suitable for walking half an hour through wind and sleet to Uni. If anyone wants me to come out for the next two months, they'll have to arrange my transport first. Over and out.