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[11 Apr 2008|07:05pm] |
Alcohol! Sort of exciting, yeah? Don't drink too much though, else you'll make yourself sick.
Oh, and for the record, I'm still female. Not so much for the rest of you, eh?
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[07 Apr 2008|01:11am] |
Finally, a little privacy for
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Oy, kids. No shagging. Unless you want babies. Because if you have sex, you will get pregnant and die. Just remember that. My mum used to tell me that all the time, y'know, and she was never wrong.
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[31 Mar 2008|04:01pm] |
I can't morph
I try, and I can feel it working, but when I look in the mirror
I don't und
Er. Is it just me, or is something a little...off lately?
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[28 Mar 2008|03:06pm] |
[ooc: written in slightly shaky, but readable, handwriting]
The good news? I lasted nearly a week without hurting myself doing all of this carpentry shite.
The bad news? I'm pretty sure my wand hand and wrist are now thoroughly broken.
Sorry about the handwriting. I taught myself to write with my left hand ages ago, but it's still not very good.
Miriam, is there anything you can do other than wrap me in plaster and send me on my way?
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[23 Mar 2008|02:34am] |
Who's the genius that decided to put me on carpentry?
Bloody idiots.
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[20 Mar 2008|02:40pm] |
Someone pop 'round to the Three Broomsticks sometime soon, yeah? It's dead boring, having to listen to Death Eaters talk about my ar the same things over and over. And who wouldn't want to get pissed out of their bleedin' minds in this place, eh?
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[10 Mar 2008|11:59pm] |
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I feel like one of those dogs that salivate when a bell rings. Pavlov's? Or a trained monkey. It's all rather frustrating, really. Rewards with good behaviour, demotions with bad. It's ridiculous. We're not children, and this isn't primary school.
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[03 Mar 2008|12:43am] |
Wait, what?
I'd like to stay in G, if that's all right.
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[29 Feb 2008|02:17am] |
Is this the right place to lodge a complaint? Yes? Brilliant.
Who's Compound G's leader? Rabastan Lestrange? Excellent. The Other Lestrange.
Have you noticed that it's freezing in the compound at night? Have you noticed that the blankets don't do shite?
Well, of course not, since you don't sleep there thank god. But a few more blankets would be nice, if you're not going to cast a few heating charms.
Also, the next bloke, Death Eater or prisoner, who tries to grab my arse while I'm bending down to pick something up or scrubbing the floor or whatever, really, is getting kicked or elbowed, whichever one's closer to the family jewels. Especially if we're related.
And for the last public service announcement of the day, there's this little thing on a toilet called a handle. If you push it down, miracle of all miracles, your disgusting waste disappears with a gush of water. Don't be afraid of the loud noise that sometimes accompanies it. It won't hurt you, I promise. However, if our oh-so-gracious hosts don't start flushing, I will.
I am very, very cranky.
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[23 Feb 2008|10:48pm] |
Would saying that this is an improvement be ironic or pathetic, or a healthy mixture of both?
I can't believe they placed me on Housekeeping. Do they really not realise I can't clean or polish to save my bleedin' life? Though I suppose that might be literal right around now.
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