10 August 1981
Eve's all moved in. She's a little off, she's messy, and she has more shit than I expected her to have, but I knew most of that while she was practically living here in the first place. This isn't any sort of step forward, we're not even really a couple, we're really more like...
I don't know what the fuck it is, but it's not a relationship. We talk and we went to that bloody wedding and I like her, I do, but it's just not a relationship.
I thought I saw L
Lizzie says I have to keep an eye out for any owls from Clive, because Annelise and George are back at each other's throats again. Somehow I think I'm the very last place he'd go to hide.
I wonder what they're fighting about. Not that it matters, but they abandoned Clive last
I told myself I wasn't going to do this. He isn't my brother and she isn't my mother and I'm free of all that now.
He's my father. He was a bastard. The worst sort of lawyer. Married a woman he didn't love so he could get away with fucking the woman he wanted. Worst part is that the apple may not have fallen far from the tree.
Maybe she had every ri
I can't believe Tressa is dead. I keep expecting to see her.
But how could we know when I was young
All the changes that were to come?
All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield
And now the terror of the scientific sun
There was masters and servants and servants and dogs
They taught you how to touch your cap
But through strikes and famine and war and peace
England never closed this gap
Sandinista! is probably the best album I own. Mind, I don't own many, but I picked well.
Depressing to think that the Muggle world is just as grim and fucked up as we are these days. I don't know who has it worse, us or them, because the Death Eaters want to kill on a personal level but the Cold War and the nukes, they don't give a fuck who you are. Either way we're all in danger from both so I suppose there's no winning.
Unless it turns out that we win, but that doesn't seem terribly likely, now does it?
Only tenth of August and I'm already getting ideas for the Birthdays. This is my last year before I'm an honest to fuck Auror, at least I hope, and before work swallows my life I'm having one last fucking party.