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[Oct. 19th, 2010|08:43 pm] |
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Warded Private
Well, it's a point. We could die. Any day. Like Colleen, or Melanie. Or I could die any day, that is, I think she's rather less likely to even if she does work with those dreadful old things. She's younger and more limber and all that sort of thing. Faster, I mean. Better at dodging.
But woo her. Woo her? WOO her. Men don't WOO. Not real men. Not real wooing. That takes flowers and things. And poetry. Do women really want things like that? I don't think she does, she seemed fine with drinks and a dart game, but that wasn't a date. Really. I suppose. It was just cheering her up. But I would like the same things in a date that I'd like in cheering up, I think. Not flowers. Maybe wine. Wine's alright.
But poetry. I don't think you can woo without poetry. I can't write poetry. Maybe Ted Maybe Med can. No no I don't want to tell Ted or Med about it, then they'd I don't know, do something. Like ask her to tea and then ask me. Or tell my mum, and then she'd invite her to tea.
I don't want to woo her anyway, it's so... Real men seduce. Firmly and decisively. With a laugh. Maybe a wink too. None of this poetry rubbish. So I just need to seduce her. Respectfully.
Or maybe we should just be friends, that sounds a lot simpler and we can still play darts and drink whatever we like. |
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[Oct. 16th, 2010|02:58 pm] |
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I suppose I should probably get dressed at some point today. |
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[Sep. 29th, 2010|09:30 pm] |
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My birthday is tomorrow! Thank goodness it falls during the week, that's all I have to say... the last time it landed on the weekend, my brothers snuck into my bedroom and made a horrible racket to wake me up. And then they hit me. Brothers! But Meathead has to work just like anyone else, and the other one wouldn't do it on his own. Doesn't have the gumption, nor the attention span! Not that either of them should have done it in the first place, it was rotten to wake me up like that! A man needs his rest, you know! And he should be able to expect it the night before his birthday!!
Unless he is celebrating it the night before also. That's a good excuse, but it should be HIS DECISION! Not that of his elderly siblings.
Well anyway I say this because I want to know where and when my surprise party is to be, hopefully it isn't tomorrow because Mum wants us to all have supper together as a family, hopefully my brothers haven't made plans to arrive early and poison the cake. And if I don't get a good night's sleep tonight, that fwooper has had it. |
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[Sep. 27th, 2010|11:20 pm] |
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Warded Private
I don't see why Ted and Med should be inappropriate additions just because of Dora, or because of Med's mad family! It isn't as if the Blacks are terribly fond of Sirius, and he seems to have gone over well enough. At least ask them and let them make the decision themselves!
They could be a great help and it isn't fair. James Potter gets his friends accepted and he only just joined!
I know that I'm only in the Order so they can have portkeys, but it would be nice if people took my suggestions a little more seriously. |
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[Sep. 24th, 2010|05:53 pm] |
Warded to Gideon
Change of plans. Can I do the portkeys early Saturday morning instead? Short notice, I know, but it's important. |
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[Sep. 16th, 2010|07:25 pm] |
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I want a heathen, debauched bacchanal/night of excess! |
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[Sep. 8th, 2010|04:44 pm] |
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Warded to Colleen Branstone
Hullo, you're dead.
I hope it isn't rude of me to say it so bluntly, but you'll have to forgive me because I'm not at all happy with you right now. You should have just taken the bloody portkey. I could have sent you to Majorca if you wanted.
You're the first since Melanie. I was hoping I wouldn't end up writing one of these again. I did for her too, you know, last year after it happened. I like to think she saw it. I like to think you're reading this too and I'm not just being a woman about everything. No offense meant, of course.
I told my mother you were a cat. An actual cat, that is, I was rather upset about the whole thing but I couldn't just cancel dinner, but she noticed and asked me what was wrong and I said my friend's cat had died and it was all very sudden. She was very sympathetic. She gave me a tin of biscuits to give my poor friend. If you were alive I would share them with you and we'd have a good laugh, and I'd start calling you Kitty or something and no one else would know why. Wouldn't that have been lovely? As it is, I'm eating them all myself, save for one that I'll crumble over your grave when you have one. I don't like that option nearly as much.
I wonder if you'd say it was all worth it. Frankly, I don't think it is. I think most if it's been worthwhile, but this part could have been prevented if you'd just not written that editorial, or at least gone to Majorca or Jamaica like you should have done. But you didn't and now you're dead, and we've lost another that we really can't afford to lose, and the Prophet and the purists are saying all kinds of ridiculous nonsense about who you are and what you did, and it's all very upsetting. And I can't help but wonder how many more imaginary pets I'll have to kill off in future.
I suppose we'll have to wait and see, won't we?
Goodbye, Kitty. Give Melanie my love if you see her. |
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[Sep. 6th, 2010|11:22 am] |
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Well! My weekend was perhaps not quite as restful as I anticipated (or hoped!), but I think it was very nice all the same! I spent a good while with Ted and his Dora, dancing with the little miss and generally having a very jolly time indeed! What a charming little girl she is! So energetic! So colourful - and I mean that literally, she's changing colour all the time! And shape, as well! What a talent she has! Why, I imagine she could do just about anything with an ability like that! She could be a great actress! Indeed! Or a comedienne, she constantly has me in stitches! Just the way she kept falling about while doing the Wiggle Dance of Joy! Adorable!
But alas, back to work today, with no darling little girls in sight. My coworkers are still quite nice, though! Especially Mrs. McGinty! And it is very important work, indeed! |
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[Sep. 3rd, 2010|10:52 pm] |
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Well! I don't know about the rest of you, but I am quite ready for the weekend! Good gracious, what a week! I'm exhausted just thinking about it! Normally I would go out and dance all night long, but I think this time I'll just stay in and rest up for Monday! It seems like the sort of thing a responsible adult ought to do, don't you think? I think that may be the case, indeed! In fact, I suggest that others do the same! Yes! Then we'll all be quite ready for Monday, and I'm sure we'll be feeling much more cheerful as well! I know I'm always extra grumpy when I haven't had a full night's sleep, it sits on me for days and I end up saying all sorts of things I don't truly mean! Indeed, saying and doing! Does anyone else have that problem? |
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