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Uh. This time next week it'll be mere hours until Christmas. How the hell did that happen? And while we're at it, anyone for a rousing rendition of "God Rest Ye Merry Hippogriffs"? You know you want to...
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[22 11 10] |
The next time I get it in my head to take a trip to the cinema to see my godson on the big screen like it's some sort of wondrous novelty, somebody please, for the love of Merlin, please stop me. That was the wo I can't believe I wasn't I'm going to kill Bellatrix if I ever
Remus. I need a drink. Quicklike.
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| seven. |
[06 11 10] |
I know Halloween is over, but I refuse to take of this mask. Call me eccentric, but I simply refuse. It is too fucking cool for school.
Ooh, maybe I should go visit Hogwarts. How much you wanna bet I can scare the pants off the Fat Lady wearing this get-up, huh? Yes. I like this plan. Here comes trouble...
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[13 09 10] |
I give up. I just. I fucking give up. First the fucking frontman leaves, and now the fucking bassist. I GIVE UP. THANKS, UNIVERSE. MUSIC IS CLEARLY NOT MY THING. I GET IT. YOU WIN.
If anyone needs me HA., I'll be at the Leaky. Fuck Muggle beer. I need some freakin' firewhiskey tonight.
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| fifth lesson learned: avoid the library. |
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AGH. MY EYES. MY EEEEEYES.
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[31 08 10] |
Dude. Tomorrow's September 1st. I feel like I need start packing up for Hogwarts or some shit, and I'm twenty-sevyeeah no. an adult. What gives?
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[26 07 10] |
One: I really fucking hate the moon. It turns my best friend, aka the nicest girl you'll ever meet in your entire life, into a monster. How the fuck is that fair? If I could kill the moon I would. But then I'm pretty sure I'd fuck everyone's menstrual cycle up, so. Best not. Sorry, Zoë.
Two: FLEAS SUCK. Except that's not what I was going to say here. I mean, they do suck, being a dog's great except OH MY GOD THE FLEAS, but I digress. What I was really going to say here is that I've totally had a crush on Griff since high school and it's always been really awkward because of the AUGH POTTER BEST FRIENDS NOT ON running commentary in my head, so, you know, yay repression and down with those motherfucking fleas? I don't even know what I'm saying anymore.
And okay, I lied. Three: This Veritaserum shit is ridonkulous. If it's in the beer I'm drinking, I'm siriusly going to kill everyone. Peace out.
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| one bottle of butterbeer on the wall... |
[26 06 10] |
Heyoooo. What's this I hear about a new song?!
Also, hello, internet. My name is Presley Cash. And no, that's not my porn name. It is my actual name. Thank Mommy and Daddy Cash for that.
Oh, yeah, I also go by Padfoot. Fooooor the record. Slash Sirius Black. But Padfoot has less syllables, so let's just go with that one, shall we?
Boys, please be less drunk than I am. 'Cause seriously. It may be Friday night, but this is not conducive to business! Zoë, next Friday, can I borrow your metabolism? I am jealous of it. It's so fast. Like frigging lightning. Shit.
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