This was a stupid idea. I'm running out of books to read and I can't play Quidditch and this stupid job just has me dealing with ALL KINDS OF REALLY STUPID PEOPLE and Mum's starting to feel sorry for me and so's Natalie and Carrie's treating me like a patient. And I feel absolutely terrible and I hate this baby, I absolutely hate this baby for ( Read more... )

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GODDAMMIT CONNOLLY.

Well that's all I'm bloody saying for now.
FUCKING IRISH BASTARD.

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fuck it.

just fuck it.

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Tomorrow's Harpies/Magpies, finally we've got a match, I'm sick of sitting on my arse.

Chris and I were supposed to have lunch yesterday but he didn't show up and he didn't answer my owl last night. Two Galleons says he and Red eloped.

Other than that, not much going on.

Just babies and engagements, I'm twenty-four and I'm going to be single for ( Read more... )

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HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO ME ( Read more... )

Wedding's in a week. Carrie's being a good sport about it all, I think she's going to fit in. Then again, knowing the Bells it's probably just going to be a relief to be able to hide her parentage, right?

There was a Dark Mark over Belfast last night, they got all of Jenny's family, our Jenny, Jenny "June" Ward.

Think I'm staying in tonight.

Not four days from 1981 which is exciting I suppose. The wedding's then naturally and everything's all set and now we're just all waiting ( Read more... )