17 october 1981

[tessatura]

This was a stupid idea. I'm running out of books to read and I can't play Quidditch and this stupid job just has me dealing with ALL KINDS OF REALLY STUPID PEOPLE and Mum's starting to feel sorry for me and so's Natalie and Carrie's treating me like a patient. And I feel absolutely terrible and I hate this baby, I absolutely hate this baby for

Comments

[healerlathrop]

That is a lot of ink.

[tessatura]

Everything I write is stupid and pointless.

[healerlathrop]

What's going on? It's probably not stupid.

Trust me, I have seen and done stupid.

[tessatura]

I have no trousers that fit and I HATE MY BABY, AUTUMN.

As Tori Ackerley

[silvernpc]

Wait wait, are you serious?

[tessatura]

THIS IS NOT FUNNY.

As Tori Ackerley

[silvernpc]

Can't get the button or can't get the fuckers over your khyber, is that it?

[tessatura]

It might sound funny but it's NOT.

[chwedleugar]

Hey play nice, bach, can't talk about a mum like that.

As Tori Ackerley

[silvernpc]

Oh why the fuck are you talking to me here
I can say what I want Welsh.

[chwedleugar]

I thought the same thing then I realised our poor Theresa might cry her way through the night in the loo if we keep on about her fat arse.

As Tori Ackerley

[silvernpc]

All I'm saying is I couldn't see the sherbet past it last time we met.

[tessatura]

What the fuck Tori, COME ON.

[chwedleugar]

Oh what's the problem, some blokes like a bit of shape on a girl anyway.

As Tori Ackerley

[silvernpc]

Some?

[chwedleugar]

Wouldn't venture to represent the blokes of the world.