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[06 Sep 2008|07:44pm] |
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OKAY. The plans with the Scottish Quidditch boy fell through, but I've always got PLAN B. If I didn't, I wouldn't be a Black. Our own name starts with B, so why on earth wouldn't we always have Plan B?
What was I talking about?
Oh. I have a backup plan. It involves alcohol, Germans, high-heeled shoes, a wand, whipped cream, and that dirty little thing called sex.
On a random, unrelated, interruptive note, REGGIE, MY FAVORITE ONE, guess whose belongings were relocated to Aunt Belvina's?
Pollux, be the dear little messenger boy you are and tell mother that I'm spending time with that Dolohov bloke she's trying to pair me with. Because...
I AM GOING AWAY. To execute Plan B. And for other reasons. Not that any of you are worthy of knowing them.
I just wrote this all very fast, and now my hand has a cramp. Bleeding hell.
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[31 Aug 2008|07:09pm] |
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I wonder, would I lose my inheritance if I were to move to Edinburgh for the fall and purchase a house with a Scottish Quidditch player I met?
On an entirely unrelated note, I read in an article in the Prophet this morning that the percentage of witches and wizards at risk of contracting diseases such as dragon pox seems to be increasing with the rate at which muggles infiltrate our communities. What filth.
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[13 Aug 2008|08:34pm] |
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I bought another ( one ).
Because apparently, they're the only thing that melts the ice on my cold heart. Or so I'm told. But I've got to name him. I've already got Salazar and Slytherin. Any adequate suggestions?
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[03 Aug 2008|08:27pm] |
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GRANDMOTHER HAS A NEW BOY TOY. Not even kidding. I was at the house for the afternoon, and I saw him leave her bedroom! HE LOOKED ABOUT TWELVE! It made me throw up a little in my mouth. Honestly, Mother and Father should not allow her erotic behaviour in the house with my seven year old sister present! She's supposed to be a guest, anyway. They let her live there out of the goodness of their hearts after Grandfather passed. That's not a ticket to turning your bedroom into London's biggest BROTHEL!
THIS IS GOING IN MY NOVEL SEMI-AUTOBIOGRAPHY SEMI-AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL NOVEL WHICH I HAVE YET TO START.
I feel faint. I need an elf to obliterate.
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[29 Jul 2008|08:38pm] |
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"a great big superstar is what you think you are" ( c. w. black )
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