Entry: 08-24-00 ---- 3:00pm
I went to Italy for two bloody years, and all I learned was this: Italy sucks arse. A load of sciocchezze. I also learned a bunch of Italian curse words.
[Private to Self]
Finally! I'm home.
Stupid fucking trip! I don’t know why Pa didn’t put his damn foot down on the idea, but whatever, Ma’s a bitch. If Pa's so hard up for money, he should just take it. I don't understand how Mamma Leonettie is still breathing. He could fix that problem, real quick. But he's weak. Whatever. Just goes to show how fucked up this family really is. Stupid fucking Italians!
I lost my goddamn job too. Pa told me I was better than a mere assistant, but what the fuck does he know anyway? Nothing. Not a god. Damn. thing.
Means I must find another one now. Better start looking tomorrow, or just get out of the house under the assumption I'm looking.
Now what the fuck do I do now? Can’t fucking live with my idiot parents, but I can’t afford a stupid place yet. Pa will be all: ‘Stay here until I find you something.’ Which will royally suck, cause I will not work with that coglione again! Go ahead and put me under Imperious Pa, and make me a mindless Zombie. But I’m eating your flesh afterwards. Fucking cockface.
Wonder what the blokes I use to know are up to. Whole lot better than me, probably. We should have never left. Now I’m as lost here as I was in Rome.
Stupid cunt of a mother.
I need to get fucked up- pissed arse drunk. Maybe find a good blow… then I could think clearly. Wonder if there are any available applicants for a good one. I could always go back to Italy on occasion and get a talented whore with Pa’s money. Use it all up. Eh, been there, done that. For two motherfuckingarsehole years!
I need fresh lips. Raw…. Bloody? That’d be Sweet.
[/Private]
[Private to Slytherin classes of 86-93]
Cheers all you fuckers!
Guess who’s back?! ME!
Now, who wants to welcome me back to bloody England properly?
Where’s my damn welcome wagon?!
M.M. Flint
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[Private to Self]
Finally! I'm home.
Stupid fucking trip! I don’t know why Pa didn’t put his damn foot down on the idea, but whatever, Ma’s a bitch. If Pa's so hard up for money, he should just take it. I don't understand how Mamma Leonettie is still breathing. He could fix that problem, real quick. But he's weak. Whatever. Just goes to show how fucked up this family really is. Stupid fucking Italians!
I lost my goddamn job too. Pa told me I was better than a mere assistant, but what the fuck does he know anyway? Nothing. Not a god. Damn. thing.
Means I must find another one now. Better start looking tomorrow, or just get out of the house under the assumption I'm looking.
Now what the fuck do I do now? Can’t fucking live with my idiot parents, but I can’t afford a stupid place yet. Pa will be all: ‘Stay here until I find you something.’ Which will royally suck, cause I will not work with that coglione again! Go ahead and put me under Imperious Pa, and make me a mindless Zombie. But I’m eating your flesh afterwards. Fucking cockface.
Wonder what the blokes I use to know are up to. Whole lot better than me, probably. We should have never left. Now I’m as lost here as I was in Rome.
Stupid cunt of a mother.
I need to get fucked up- pissed arse drunk. Maybe find a good blow… then I could think clearly. Wonder if there are any available applicants for a good one. I could always go back to Italy on occasion and get a talented whore with Pa’s money. Use it all up. Eh, been there, done that. For two motherfuckingarsehole years!
I need fresh lips. Raw…. Bloody? That’d be Sweet.
[/Private]
[Private to Slytherin classes of 86-93]
Cheers all you fuckers!
Guess who’s back?! ME!
Now, who wants to welcome me back to bloody England properly?
Where’s my damn welcome wagon?!
M.M. Flint
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