It's snowing out 'ere

So I woke up this morning (I say this morning it was about 15 minutes ago) brushed my teeth, had a shower, went to the fridge and there's no butter. Fuck. The dad then informs me the mum has gone to the market to do the weekly shop, I then look outside the window. HOLY S#%T! That's some serious "type of precipitation within the Earth's atmosphere in the form of crystalline water ice" falling outside. As I reconsider reaching for the cold Supermalt I put in the fridge last night (I say last night it was an hour ago) and having cereal with cold milk to start to think. First I feel bad my mum is now in Dalston carrying lots of shopping trying to get back home (She left an hour before God sneezed on his table full of cocaine and it all fell to earth  turining into harmless "type of precipitation within the Earth's atmosphere in the form of crystalline water ice" as it entered our atmosphere). Is she going to get the bus home, buses now filled to the brim with snow encrusted rowdy West Indians (you know it's true)? Or is she going to try and walk it home, she LOVES telling me about how she can walk from here (Old Street) to Archway (3.4 miles), then from Archway to Dalston (2.9 miles) and finally from Dalston here (1.6 miles) to which I would raise both my eyebrows in pseudo-admiration and half-heartedly say "Not a fan of the Oyster Card, eh?", you can take the woman out of Ghana... Second I see all this "types of prec..." oh you can just call it snow? Sweet. So I see all this snow and I'm reminded how little I care about stuff like Christmas anymore and how fast that's happened over the last year. If it had snowed like this last year I would've thought it was pretty cool (geddit, cool, because of the... yeah that was shit) and probably gone outside to lob a snowball at some punk kid who should've been outside in such weather anyway. Now, meh. White Christmas? Meh. Dr Who Christmas Special? Meh. Decorations? Meh. All I think about now is how much of a mission it's gonna be buying the turkey and goose fat and all that this year. Oh yeah, Christmas lunch? Meh. As I ponder over how everythings gets less good as you get older, I ask myself how did I get so apathetic in the space of one year? Was it because I already had turkey during the year making it less special this yuletide time, was it cause I was actually affected by tube strikes and government policies for the first time? Was it because I realised TV these days is shite and everything I want to watch is available on the internet? OR was it because I signed up to TWO count'em TWO video game rental free trials for the specific purpose of getting Call of Duty: Black Ops and didn't get it from either of them bastards... yeah it was probably solely down to that.

Peace. Oh yeah and Merry Christmas (meh.)