Punk Rock Christmas This Year
Stage 1: Wake up at 12. Shark Ebay auction and win. Hurrah, new bedside tables that aren't from Argos. Go back to bed.
Stage 2: Wake up at 2. Leap into bath for all of 10 minutes before heading out to the hairdressers. Get hair cut. It's shorter than I cut it the last time, being about chin length on me now, and I kinda like it. It ain't butch dyke, and it'll be a while before I have to get it cut again. I will find a way of making it punk.
Stage 3: Decide to invite the Spirit of Christmas into our home, so poke Taz via text and together we attack Wilkinsons. Despite all our efforts we now have a tasteful Christmas tree, instead of the noise for the eyes affair we were intending. Except for the gold wire snowman that's sitting on top of it. No angels and no stars here!
Both the living room and hallways have been decked, the kitchen and my room shall be attacked tomorrow. There is also a large pentacle spraypainted on the living room window in white and gold, and bell wreaths in various colours that are sure to drive us batshit within 24 hours.
Stage 4: Scheme. Work. Curtains, cushions, costumes etc. Money is good. We like money. On the subject of money, bank charge reclaim works. Really, really works. I recommend it a lot.
Stage 5 will be bed, where I am shortly going, but not before inflicting this on all of you out there in LJ land:
