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[August 28th, 2009 / 6:46pm] |
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[August 24th, 2009 / 7:30pm] |
Something is still wrong with my leg and it feels like the potions they gave me at Mungo's that night still haven't worn off. I feel groggy. Pepper-ups haven't helped. I don't want to resort to Muggle drugs. Perhaps I'm dehydrated, it has been a bit hot lately. I blame people trying and succeeding to off each other too often, it's making the entire atmosphere wonky and consequently screwing with my head.
Maybe everyone should try not destroying hospitals. Or, for that matter, let's include houses of worship, private property, asylums, old age homes, and schools. Alright?
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[August 2nd, 2009 / 3:33pm] |
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[July 22nd, 2009 / 8:27pm] |
London summers are they only thing that keep me from moving to the south of France and now we're in Moscow. Bleeding hell.
It's not a bad excuse, I suppose, the Olympics. At least it's the summer and at least I'm not wandering about Siberia. I'd look dreadful in a fur coat.
Wrestling was still quite peculiar, in a way that I'm not sure I'm comfortable with. The drawbacks: men in tights touching each other. The benefit: reaffirming my sexuality without a shadow of a doubt. And on that note, anyone want to join me for a Russian pub sampling tonight? I feel like the only women I've seen thus far fit into three categories: 1. too far away, 2. Order members, or 3. hermaphrodites. This won't do.
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[July 19th, 2009 / 10:20pm] |
I've had a hell of a foray into baking. My entire flat is currently filled with black smoke, and in place of the delicious baked goods that were supposed to come out of my oven, I have blackened, charred bricks. I could almost cry. All that wee
This is why I need a woman around. Christ. For the protection not only of my life, but the betterment of society as a whole, as I'd never be in charge of flammable gas ever again.
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