Dear post office people: It's not very nice to tell me I've a package waiting for me, and then, when I show up to get said package, pull a bait-and-switch on me and tell me that "Oh, the mailman must've ticked the wrong box, that's a recorded delivery." Bitches.
And then on the way back, there was this "everything for cheap" shop, and I went in, idly thinking I might find a new set of headphones or cheap batteries, and came out with a garbage bag stand, one of those dripping racks for the dishes, a new walkman (the one I've been using is my brother's), and my very first very own Christmas decorations. Wheee! (Blue and silver. I love blue and silver, and I'm staying with a theme.) I'm such a housekeeping geek.
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Get groceries; - Get cards for people on Christmas list;
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Clean bathroom, bedroom, and kitchen (should be fairly easy, it's not that bad this week); -
Clean living room, including at least starting on sorting through the Trunk O' Junk (which by now has spread out into the Trunk&DuffelBag O' Junk); - Write Marcus/Terence drabble for
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Scrounge chatlogs for quotes; -
Make sure site is all ready for update tomorrow; -
Do bookkeeping (budget!).
- More cleaning of the Trunk O' Junk;
- Write cards;
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Update site; - Write -- something, anything, just write something that's not a drabble;
- Start cleaning HD.
In other news, Fleur and I are discussing things involving Chris Rankin, Sean Biggerstaff, and a belt. Sean needs to be punished. Um. Yes.
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See, this is the sort of thing that I like to see on my friends page. Yes.
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