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20/5/2003
John Burke is a total leach and completely in love with himself. Though, from where I'd been sitting across from him, I wasn't really going to argue with him. Nice arms. Lively conversation. I'm slightly worried that Tom might owl Justin. He was glaring at us in our booth the entire time. It was ridiculous. We were just talking.
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13/5/2003
Plans are in place.
Purchased new coat with money from WWW. I greatly enjoy the color. If I was still blond, I would look like a complete and utter tart.
My father used to call me a tinker when I was little. The name fits now more than ever.
Must talk to Fred about it tomorrow.
Heels? Flats? Heels. You don't wear trainers to something like -
8/5/2003
Sunday.
Sunday.
Sunday Sunday Sunday.
I have never, ever, wished so hard that the day preceding Monday would come quicker.
I tried to write more here... but it won't come out. I have things I need to take care of before I can concentrate on anything else. -
27/4/2003
I suspect I've been working for Fred too long. He's beginning to rub off on me. This is not necessarily a bad thing, as it's clear the man knows how to enjoy himself and have fun, and I've been sorely overlooking that certain ability, but I really shouldn't have sent the owl to Justin.
No. What I imagine his face looking like when he saw it.... ( Read more... ) -
20/4/2003
You'd think, with all the advances the wizarding world has come up with for every day life, they'd have come up with a potion you take before drinking that allows you to have all the fun of a night spent drinking with none of the consequences. Yes, you drink and lose your inhibitions for a bit, but you wake up feeling refreshed instead of like you ( Read more... ) -
13/4/2003
My parents. Daniel and Becky. I keep having to remind myself that they're family and I can't scream at them the way I want to. They bought me, jointly, books. Self-help books. MARRIAGE self-help books. One of them a fitness program.
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5/3/2003
Had a second date with Justin last night. He looked especially good. Feel like I might be pushing him too far too fast. I'll try to control myself, but if he keeps wearing slacks that hug his arse, I can't promise anything. It's his own fault ( Read more... ) -
30/3/2003
Henry, or Devil Landlord Extraordinaire as I like to call him, did not take too kindly to me telling him I'll be moving. I now have until noon tomorrow to be packed up and out of the flat.
He expected me to burst into tears.
He was disappointed.
I'll have to find new arrangements for tomorrow night. Only tomorrow, as I will be moving into the bakery ( Read more... ) -
25/3/2003
I didn't notice it until I got back from lunch with Suse.
I am going to fucking kill Tom.