WAZAAAAA?
In the wise words of some cunt I met in that place with the beds and the no smoking after five o'clock and the vending machine which didn't give change. ever. and the attractive blonde nurse named 'Sue' - "Dude! I'm like, cured!".
Said cunt was later found face down in a pool of his own vomit, having over dosed on crack cocaine.
Shame.
Well, i'm back. I'm clean ish i'm not gay sort of and I feel great that's a lie.
I see Lufi's been doing great, keeping this thing ticking over - but, old friend, I regret to inform you that you've been locked out.
That's right. You can't update. I've changed the passwords on you. Yes, I am immature, but that's life, isn't it? Fuck you for being a selfish, callous, idiotic, backstabbing cretin. :)
Night I came back I almost slept with Tale Absinthe (see? I told you I wasn't gay!) but she chucked a hissy and whinged about being in love with Lufi, or something. That's nice. Funny, though, isn't it? You're in love with someone who dumped you for his ex, and didn't notice you were lacerating your skin as a result of the same? Yeah. Wow. What a brilliant choice you made.
Still. It's your life.
Bumped in to the little Star at some skanky pub about a week ago (where I was indulging in, gasp, mineral water....I hate my life). She was with some pretty boy who apparently is the same guy Zac left me for...or...Zac went off with. Or whatever the fuck happened.
...we hung out.
Yup.
Lots of hanging out was....done.
Yeah.
Done.
And stuff.
Anyway...
Got nowhere to live so i'm staying at The Three Broomsticks for the moment. I might move back home - i've already owled mother to tell her i'm 'fine'. That's a bit of a lie, but i'm finer than I was - and that'll give her a nice clean canvas to paint upon. Who knows where i'll go from here. I might even turn out respectable...
Eccentric, but respectable.
Seems like both little sisters can't hope for the same fate, though. Surely you've not forgotten that you're engaged, Star my dear? Perhaps that should solve your apparent boy-troubles - it's not a question of choosing between two, it's a question of belonging to one.
Or at least, that's what mother'd say. I just don't want to see you get any more fucked up.
And Angeline...
You did what with Malfoy!?!?!?
Love, peace, and all that junk
~P@x
Said cunt was later found face down in a pool of his own vomit, having over dosed on crack cocaine.
Shame.
Well, i'm back. I'm clean ish i'm not gay sort of and I feel great that's a lie.
I see Lufi's been doing great, keeping this thing ticking over - but, old friend, I regret to inform you that you've been locked out.
That's right. You can't update. I've changed the passwords on you. Yes, I am immature, but that's life, isn't it? Fuck you for being a selfish, callous, idiotic, backstabbing cretin. :)
Night I came back I almost slept with Tale Absinthe (see? I told you I wasn't gay!) but she chucked a hissy and whinged about being in love with Lufi, or something. That's nice. Funny, though, isn't it? You're in love with someone who dumped you for his ex, and didn't notice you were lacerating your skin as a result of the same? Yeah. Wow. What a brilliant choice you made.
Still. It's your life.
Bumped in to the little Star at some skanky pub about a week ago (where I was indulging in, gasp, mineral water....I hate my life). She was with some pretty boy who apparently is the same guy Zac left me for...or...Zac went off with. Or whatever the fuck happened.
...we hung out.
Yup.
Lots of hanging out was....done.
Yeah.
Done.
And stuff.
Anyway...
Got nowhere to live so i'm staying at The Three Broomsticks for the moment. I might move back home - i've already owled mother to tell her i'm 'fine'. That's a bit of a lie, but i'm finer than I was - and that'll give her a nice clean canvas to paint upon. Who knows where i'll go from here. I might even turn out respectable...
Eccentric, but respectable.
Seems like both little sisters can't hope for the same fate, though. Surely you've not forgotten that you're engaged, Star my dear? Perhaps that should solve your apparent boy-troubles - it's not a question of choosing between two, it's a question of belonging to one.
Or at least, that's what mother'd say. I just don't want to see you get any more fucked up.
And Angeline...
You did what with Malfoy!?!?!?
Love, peace, and all that junk
~P@x