The Usual Dilemma of an Irish Tap Dancer
So. Lisa is taking me to dinner. I wish it was for something other than me cheering her up. Maybe because I'm just--I don't know. I've been a little irritable lately, so I really don't know. There are so many opportunities for a nice shag that I've been given, but I'm being such a gentleman and being a good friend. I don't know.
And there are so many pretty girls out there who aren't getting action. Yes, Greengrass, I am talking about you when I say this. Despite house morale and all of that utter crap, you are attractive and you should be thought of as such.
I'm a little scared of the Common Room. Only a little. I told Ron about Harry and Malfoy and I was spared my life by Dean. For if Dean wasn't there, I'd have a time trying to get Ron to calm down. Ugh. The boundaries of a good friendship. Potter, if you read this, you SOOOO owe me.
And there are so many pretty girls out there who aren't getting action. Yes, Greengrass, I am talking about you when I say this. Despite house morale and all of that utter crap, you are attractive and you should be thought of as such.
I'm a little scared of the Common Room. Only a little. I told Ron about Harry and Malfoy and I was spared my life by Dean. For if Dean wasn't there, I'd have a time trying to get Ron to calm down. Ugh. The boundaries of a good friendship. Potter, if you read this, you SOOOO owe me.