| January 15. |
[15 Jan 2009|05:42pm] |
[Warded to Adrian]
It would appear someone has decided to take all of the towels hostage which was rather disappointing. Until they are returned, I will be keeping all of your clothes hostage. Don't try looking for any of them because you won't find them. I've got them hidden quite well.
I thought about just strolling around starkers until you returned them but I decided this would be far more efficient. You might would enjoy it the other way too much.
[/Wards]
Something tells me that tonight will be fun.
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| January 05. |
[05 Jan 2009|09:00am] |
I'm not going to lie ... I'm a bit hungover. It's fabulous. I think things are going better than they have been in a while though. There might be a dire need for a trip for food. The alcohol diet seems to be going magnificently around here. Honestly, if anyone is looking for a good time you need look no further than My and Pucey's flat. We're stocked.
I need to go actually be a productive adult and work for a few hours this afternoon. I'm working on a new line of excellent weather-proof quidditch garb. It's been pretty sweet being slack and playing quidditch so much lately.
See people who keep thinking otherwise, I can be positive.
Alicia, Katie and anyone else interested: I'm thinking about redecorating my darling roommate's bedroom in shades of bright pink with sparkling flying unicorn curtains. I saw the perfect set in the little girl's section of a linen store. It feels like the only way I can properly pay him back for his immense generosity.
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| December 26. |
[26 Dec 2008|09:47pm] |
One holiday down one more to go.
I think there should be a mass New Years Pub Crawl. All interested parties can let me know and I'll let everyone know when and where we're meeting up.
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| December 22. |
[22 Dec 2008|06:31pm] |
I can't believe -
If I find out -
I'm going to murder you.
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| December 18. |
[18 Dec 2008|10:05pm] |
MY CHRISTMAS LIST THAT I TOTALLY RIPPED OFF CAINE
ANGELINA JOHNSON, AGE WAY-TOO-OLD-FOR-THIS
- Hangover Potions in bulk
- New trainers
- A new bed. I can feel the springs in my old mattress.
- Fancy locks that are completely unbreakable by annoying, fatheads with more meat between their legs than in their heads
- A thesaurus to throw at people
- More booze! Yes, there is always a need for more of that.
- A new tent for Quidditch match camp out days.
- A designated walker. I probably shouldn't have bet that poor bloke that I could drink more than him. My pockets runneth over but damn if I'm not drunk.
- A new leather jacket.
- Socks
- More fags.
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| December 12th |
[12 Dec 2008|12:16pm] |
Spudmore had a family emergency and he couldn't find a sitter. Out of the goodness of my heart, I agreed to watch over his two year old niece. I know why they call them the terrible twos now. She left about an hour ago and I have the worst headache ever.
George - are you sure that you or Fred didn't sire any other children than the ones I know about? My cabinets now have drawings all over them in permanent ink. I've tried every cleaning spell I can think up and it's not getting rid of it. I guess I'll not be getting my safety back on this place.
I'm considering changing my horizons.
Will this mistletoe follow me if I did? For fucks sake, I was just dropping off the tyke and the plant has been stalking me ever since. Success stories for removal anyone?
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| December 3rd. |
[03 Dec 2008|08:49am] |
It's wet and drizzly with all reports are calling for rain tomorrow. I guess I should be taking as some sort of sign but I say fuck it. You know what, I don't care. A little rain isn't going to take my plans off track.
The rain can go fuck itself.
I guess with the sudden influx of idiots the rain managed to cut in too.
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| November 28th. |
[28 Nov 2008|11:19am] |
I by some strange and amusing fate have a date. I had a successful trial of something new at work yesterday as well. It's turning out to not be so bad of a week. If you were looking for a last minute babysitter this weekend, you have my apologies in advance.
Other than that, there isn't a whole lot to report.
I need to go to the market though. That's terribly fascinating, right?
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| November 20th. |
[20 Nov 2008|07:26am] |
( Private )
The new broom will available for purchase in the new year. Final adjustments are being made over the next week or so and then we're mass producing. I'm glad to start to work on the advertising bits of it. It's slightly dramatic than coming home with bruising and cracked ribs every day.
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[15 Nov 2008|11:34pm] |
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This is not my week and no I'm not getting into the details of it. Who wants to buy me a drink?
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| November 5th |
[05 Nov 2008|08:12pm] |
I hate men. Really, I do!
Jude, I don't think it would be wise if you come anywhere near me. It wouldn't be pretty, that is for sure.
( Private to George )
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[04 Nov 2008|03:43pm] |
Thank you mind for another lost cause.
I am in love with someone that will never love me back. He doesn't even fancy women.
Does anyone know how much a sex change procedure at St Mungos costs?
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| October 31 |
[31 Oct 2008|07:07pm] |
So my birthday sort of sucked -
and Caine makes my biological clock tick entirely too loudly
I think tonight is a good night for a drink. Is it lame that I'm not so much looking to make a big deal out of the holiday. I guess I'm not as much fun as I used to be. I'll trick and treat for liquor and smoke a few fags.
No work tomorrow either.
Maybe I can stare at my blank walls tomorrow and then go watch some grass grow.
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| Private to George |
[20 Oct 2008|06:15pm] |
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How much would you love a chance to use your Beater skills to bludgeon Percy for an entire afternoon? I need your skills to win a bet against Wood.
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| October 19th |
[19 Oct 2008|09:22pm] |
Drip Drip Drip
I am about to go mad from the sound of incessant dripping. Yes, dripping. You’ve read that right.
My shite landlord refuses to come fix the leak in the loo and so my bath is drip drip dripping.
If you know anything about muggle plumbing, your assistance is needed.
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| October 09 |
[09 Oct 2008|06:24pm] |
Made an error in my math when adjusting the broom.
I'm at St. Mungos.
It's nothing serious just a few broken rubs and an arm. I should be out as soon as they get me in and give me something to fix it up.
For the record, don't do whatever the hell it is I just did. I nearly broke my neck.
Note to self: Encourage the higher ups to hire more testers who don't mind getting their neck broken.
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| October 07 |
[07 Oct 2008|02:18pm] |
Working with no sleep is detrimental for my health but I suppose going out and getting pissed is detrimental for it too. My prototype is so bloody close to ready for the market. There is just this problem with the steering mechanism of the broom. It tends to veer to far to left. The control isn't completely there yet. I went on a test flight this afternoon and nearly broke my bloody arm. Thank you muddy water for breaking my fall. I need a smoke break.
I'm slipping out at five because I think I just need some time away from it. Honestly if I look at the schematics anymore I'm going to lose my bloody mind. There is a pint with my name on it. I guess this means I won't be babysitting for anyone tonight if they were wanting it. It's Angelina's Pub Crawl night.
Interest in the new broom has caught some requests. I am opening the bids for it. Make me your best offer. I might have a broom or two the person(s) who can offer something worthwhile. Be creative. I'm not necessarily talking cash. Free tickets are good but I'm sure I can get those if I ask nice enough.
I'll be around.
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