| 016 | March 28, 1981 |
[28 Mar 2012 | 4:06pm] |
WARDED TO SELFHappy bloody birthday, Mundungus Fernald Fletcher (what kinda shit name is that, anyway? Mother, if you can really ~read~ my thoughts and shit from heaven or hell or wherever you're at, why did ya have to gimme one of the worst names ever? Seriously. -- hey. Sirius. Lee. I wonder if Sirius's middle name is Lee. I gotta ask him. Hahahahaha, that'd be fucking funny).
Fuck, I can get sidetracked.
Anyway. Right. Your life is bloody brilliant. You have a top-of-the-notch job, you have excellent "friends", you have quite the reputation, and clearly this next year is only going to get better. Kinda sucks that the only family I know is Figgy, though. I mean, I love her and all, but where the fuck is my fucktard of a father? Wonder if he's still alive and shit. Should I even bother to find out? I bet Dumbles knows. He knows fucking everything.
It could be worse though.
I'm having a hard time believing that, but it could be. The fucktards could have enslaved all these innocent people like that crazy stache man from Germany. Hitler. It's kinda slowly leading up that, in strange ways. I bet Voldy loves Hitler. Maybe he'll have a stache too. AUF WIDERSHEIN.
Whatever. Drinking a drink or five tonight. Fucking deserved it.
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| 015 | March 17, 1981 |
[17 Mar 2012 | 1:42pm] |
I'm convinced I'm Irish cause I just got a shit ton of money and now I've got so much shit in my house that it's bloody amazing. LUCK O'THE IRISH, AS THEY SAY.
HAHA fuck yeah.
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| 014 | March 11, 1981 |
[11 Mar 2012 | 6:20pm] |
WARDED TO FRIENDSI'm curious -- what the hell is wrong with me? I mean besides the obvious.. I don't make nearly enough money, I live in a shit place, people don't respect me cause of it, I don't know who the hell my family is ('cept you, Figgy, I know you), what I'm gonna do with my life, nothing.
Right, besides all that, what's wrong with me? I tried being nice to this girly and she said her dumb fucker of a brother said I stole the bracelet I got for her. She asked if I've been in trouble with the DMLE and I said yes (damn you, shitheads) and apparently that was something she wasn't so thrilled about.
Thought girlies liked honesty and shit.
Fabian, you can have your stupid soap back.
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| 013 | March 08, 1981 |
[08 Mar 2012 | 6:13pm] |
Remedy for headaches, go!
(I already had a potion, but I could use other suggestions. Mainly because I can't afford it right)
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| 012 | February 28, 1981 |
[28 Feb 2012 | 10:15am] |
So why the hell is February shorter than other months? Not that I'm complaining, just curious. Kinda hard to believe that two months have already passed in this hellhole of a year, eh?
Ten more months left.
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| 011 | February 18, 1981 |
[18 Feb 2012 | 1:16am] |
WARDED TO THE ORDEROkay, fine, I fucked up. Just yell at me here rather in person, okay? I won't go near the broadcast shit again. I swear.
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| 010 | February 12, 1981 |
[12 Feb 2012 | 10:05pm] |
WARDED TO FIONA ROOKWOODShit, Valentine's Day is coming up.
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[EDITED TO ADD]
WARDED TO ALICE LONGBOTTOMCan ya help me with something?
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| 009 | February 09, 1981 |
[09 Feb 2012 | 12:58pm] |
Is this where I stand on soapbox and talk about what a shit/brilliant time I had at Hogwarts? Cause honestly.. the days were mixed up. No one can honestly say Hogwarts was the best years of their lives, but to people that make a big fucking deal out of it and say it was the worst -- you're just being bloody dramatic. You're supposed to grow and shit from your experiences back then, and apply it to life. If you're still whinging now, years later, not so sure you grew up after all.
Anyway, if my neighbour has one of these journal things: could you kindly stop fucking so loudly? I'd really like to sleep. (Also your girl doesn't seem to enjoy it very much ahahahaha.)
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| 008 | January 30, 1981 |
[30 Jan 2012 | 2:54pm] |
Blah blah blah THE ORDER blah blah blah DEATH EATERS blah blah blah EVERYONE SUCKS.
That's my two sickles on the matter.
Anyway, ay, Figgy, I saw this little kitty wandering about in Diagon and thought I'd ask if it's one of yours (don't know why it'd be roaming around Diagon, but I see felines and I immediately think you own it) or if I need to put up signs around asking for the owner.
( Wave your wands. )
For the time being, I'm calling him Ferry, short for ferocious!
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