Jan 18, 2009 23:36
I'm a little drunk right now, but Jo apparently found another one of her stashes lying around because she gave me the most fucking amazing bottle of scotch I have ever tasted, no special occasion, just "here, Victor, go on and get drunk!"
THANKS JO. It worked.
A year ago I was obsessing over my NEWTs because I'd decided I wanted to be an Auror, turns out I still do but I'm not nearly as deluded and stupid as I was back then.
A year ago Lisa's father was killed and I fell head over arse in love with her because I am a FUCKING IDIOT oh, fuck it
Well Joe's finally made his move on Bradana Gilchrist, of all the girls in England to knock up, took him long enough, and I thought I was a fucking coward. Jo's getting married in thirty-something days, ask her, she knows, she spent all day on the guest list and the invites and bridesmaid dresses, blah, blah, blah.
Not that I'm not happy for her. I mean, this time she's not marrying a fucking Flint.
Jesus fucking Christ, I [inkspill]
I highly suggest NOT drinking alone, because if Eve was here I'd have shut up oh, from the start, but she doesn't drink, so what the fuck.
Eve, you should try this once you get here, I swear.
And don't bother wearing knickers.
Cheers! I'm going to finish the bottle now__