Bah. Humbug!

Still no sign of Sirius.

No James either.

I must've done something good in a parallel universe somewhere, because this is fantastic!

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I can neither deny nor confirm the allegation that I was spotted entering my dormitory with one Rita Skeeter of Gryffindor House late last night after (finally) leaving the safety of the Prefect's Bathroom. You're all making mountains out of molehills. Shut up and leave me alone, you all have dicks the size of peanuts. Small peanuts at that ( Read more... )

I am going to get this crap out of my hair. It's stunting my intellectual growth.

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Everyone else has had more sex than me.

Does anybody else get that feeling?

Can't talk. Hair still pink. Currently hiding from crazed lunatic caretaker who is weilding a very sharp, shiny-looking battle axe.

Fuck. Narcissa where are you????

That is it. I am never washing my hair EVER again.


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I think I've just had an epiphany.

Oh God, how depressing.

In other news, experimenting with new shampoo today. Industrial strength.

Outlook on possible success: pessimistic.

Okay. That's it. Who put a flesh-eating rectal wart charm in my boxer shorts?

Oh my head hurts. Ow. And why did I wake up with a muggle traffic cone in my bed? And where are my socks? Narcissa I hate you. The next person who so much as breathes within a hundred yard radius of my bed is going to experience pains that the world has never even ( Read more... )