A comdey of recent headlines
HP fandom goes to Nimbus; notoriously unknown Snape/McGonagall shipper stays home
Half the time Nimbus sounds like fun; the other half, it sounds like not my cup of tea at all. Doesn't matter, though; I have no money. Or at least, not that much money. Not that I think a ton of people were crying into their drinks, "but we thought Lilly Malfoy would be here!" Or whatever they call me nowadays. *shrug* I guess I'm a bit jealous. Life goes on, though. :)
Scumbag Burglar Pleads Guilty, And It's About Fucking Time
Which is a good thing. Mom's been wigging out every time she got one of those court summons things, and it's been really annoying. We're all thoroughly sick of this guy now. Trust me.
And, yeah. Related stuff like that.
My email program has decided it's cool to duplicate each recent message once. I delete the copies, and it just does it again. I've decided I need to clean out my inbox at some point, as there is a couple years' worth of crap in there.
It's my uncle's birthday. Normally we'd do something, but he's going out with his girlfriend. (Though Grandma did try to invite us all along; Mom stopped her.)
Oh yes, and the world's going to hell in a handbasket. But this, I'm sure, most of us already knew.
Half the time Nimbus sounds like fun; the other half, it sounds like not my cup of tea at all. Doesn't matter, though; I have no money. Or at least, not that much money. Not that I think a ton of people were crying into their drinks, "but we thought Lilly Malfoy would be here!" Or whatever they call me nowadays. *shrug* I guess I'm a bit jealous. Life goes on, though. :)
Scumbag Burglar Pleads Guilty, And It's About Fucking Time
Which is a good thing. Mom's been wigging out every time she got one of those court summons things, and it's been really annoying. We're all thoroughly sick of this guy now. Trust me.
And, yeah. Related stuff like that.
My email program has decided it's cool to duplicate each recent message once. I delete the copies, and it just does it again. I've decided I need to clean out my inbox at some point, as there is a couple years' worth of crap in there.
It's my uncle's birthday. Normally we'd do something, but he's going out with his girlfriend. (Though Grandma did try to invite us all along; Mom stopped her.)
Oh yes, and the world's going to hell in a handbasket. But this, I'm sure, most of us already knew.