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[17 Jan 2008|11:03pm] |
[Private to Dustin]
I think he's going to behave himself.
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[Private to Family and close Friends, excluding Albus Potter]
I had to go over to talk to Albus and he's really not as bad as I thought he'd be. And he let me clean. Oh, and he shaved on command. I wish Dustin would do that.
How is everyone else handling this whole thing?
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[13 Jan 2008|11:56pm] |
When I refused in the office this morning before they sent the official letters out, I received my first warning. If I refuse again, I'll be hauled off to Mungo's and impregnated without consent.
Needless to say, I'd rather not.
When am I moving in? Please tell me you know what a shower is and you don't have pets!!
[Private to Gwen]
At least he's cute. Are you with Emery? I heard he's a sweetheart.
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[01 Jan 2008|12:52am] |
I'm going to die. I've probably got the resilient strain of the influenza and it's just waiting to pounce and then I'll die.
It's all your fault, Dustin. I didn't want that job at the Ministry. I just wanted to hide in the house and stay there. But noooo, I had to get out--to see what the REAL world was about. IT'S ALL DEAD.
I think I'm going to toss. I think I'm dying.
I can't have a baby.
I can't get married.
I've never even had a boyfriend!
This isn't fair.
Dustin, you'd better get me out of this or I'll never, ever forgive you!
To the rest of you: Quit with the Howlers! It's not my fault. I didn't tell the arse who set the virus out to do it. I didn't tell the Ministry to make these buggering rules. So stop sending me hate mail for something that's completely beyond my control.
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