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Hello Ted, Julie, Amelia, Marlene.

All this humidity is making my hair frizz like fucking mad. I bloody hate spring.

And I hate my hair.

And Bash.

I'm going to go visit Julie now.

I have a plastic lizard living in a plastic rock and even he thinks Valentine's Day is a fucking drag.

I get so sodding tired of all this boyfriend-girlfriend-engage-wedding stick. What's wrong with being single? Nothing. Nothing, I say. Feeling lonely? Get a fucking dog or a vibrator!

Merlin!

We're all freaking crazy here.

Happy new year, fuckers!

... 1976.

Julie, if you meet me in the common room, I have something for you. Hee hee bloody hee.

And Happy Christmas to the rest of you. Fucking Christmas.

I'm so fucking bored! The Hufflepuff cellars are completely empty and Marlene has gone someplace; I can't even find that friggin' Basho! Where are people!? There's nothing to do in this school. *resists urge to slam head down into journal* So. Bored.

Okay, I have a few things I would like the population of this blasted school to know ( Read more... )