Journal Entry- July 14, 2000- 10:00pm
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I swear, another Owl from Mum, and I’ll take that bloody bird and stash it in the closet! Honestly! Why can't she understand that I am not moving back into that horrid house?! Apparently she can't. Apparently I’m still 12 and I need pointers on how to dress, and eat, and act. Oh and not to mention I need to “Hurry up and find myself a good man before they are all gone”! GOD! What if I don’t want a man?! What if.. GASP! What if I want a bloody parrot?! What if I want a cat?! Ginny said that one time… I remember. We are going to get a house together, grow old and have lots of cats! And we’ll hex all the annoying kids that frolic in our yard! AH, now that would seriously hex Mum. Good. I have a right mind to tell her my plans are to grow old with another woman! Hahahaaaa.. OH dear god, save me from toying with Mum’s expectations!
Dad says I’m the son he never had. Why can’t Mum see that? Why couldn’t I have been born a man? Now that’s a novel idea. Me, a man. Might just make the change…. No... No all men are bloody idiots. Just like Daniels. Stupid fucking bastard. All night he had to go on, and on, and on, and on, about my assumption on him wanting to take me out on a date. Now the dumb fuck thinks I fancy him. HIM! God, what did I do to deserve this hell? Men are nothing but trouble. They don’t care about anyone OR anything, except that stupid muscle on the other side of their arse. If you can call it a muscle. More like a growth…of bacteria. A fungus of some disgusting kind. A moldy growth on the body of a human. Men are women with mold between their legs. Ahahaaa… no, no men are…they are…slugs, nasty slugs and are definitely not in the same category as women. GOD! I’m so bloody mad I could just demasculinise ALL of them! AAAH!!! I bet that would solve most of the world’s problems. Yep. That’d end most conflicts for sure. I should tell this to Mum. “Hey Mum, I’ll never find a good man, they all have fungus for dicks!”
Ok maybe not all of them…
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[Private to Charlie]
You’re a man, right? So tell me… why are you an arsehole? And why is it funny to think of someone like me as a date? And why do most of you think with your stomachs?
And… where the hell have you been lately?
~Tonks
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