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[Jul. 31st, 2010|05:17 pm] |
It appears that I had to take a brief sabbatical back home. I woke up Monday morning in Xavier's School for the Gifted as if nothing had happened and apparently now I'm back here. Sophie, dear, have you been okay the last few days? |
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[Jan. 30th, 2010|09:14 pm] |
what the bloody fucking hell is this mad shite//11111 where the hell am/ do you know what i was doing before i was pulled by an effing tornado ... There. I can yell at whoever the hell is responsible for this shit properly now. DO YOU KNOW WHERE I WAS BEFORE I WAS PULLED HERE BY WHATEVER THE HELL THAT WAS!? A TORNADO! In SCOTLAND!? BLOODY FUCKING BUGGERING SODDING HELL AND DAMNATION AND FUCK! I said that already didn't I? The WEIRD SISTERS! It was OPENING NIGHT of my band's first tour with the fucking WEIRD SISTERS! Not opening with them! Not the side show! One of the MAIN ones! And flying my way there and I get sucked here. I want answers and I want them now. Where am I? How did I get here? Yes, other than the obvious. It's rather difficult to miss a tornado. And why was there a tornado involved. How do I get back? I need to get back. My manager is going to geld me. And that's only after my Nana Molly rips me a new one for missing the celebratory dinner she's prepared. The entire family is going to be there. Do you know how bloody difficult to get all of us in one place these days? Just you wait. What the shitting hell! Godric. I don't care what dad says. Any woman who can kick Bellatrix Lestrange's arse is a woman to fear. I'm not taking the blame for this. Not when it isn't even my damned fault. You lot can tell my Nana why her grandson couldn't make the celebration. You can go right ahead and tell my mum too. And my aunt 'Mione. And my aunt Fleur. In fact, go right ahead and tell the lot of them.
Oh, and yeah. Great-aunt Petunia's throwing me her own the week later. Have fun with that. The telling her. Because I am not going to do so.
I'll just sit back and watch.
My manners. Almost forgot them. James Sirius Potter. At your service. Sorry about the bit of ranting not really. Bloody fucking hell. Almost dropped MY GUITAR. MY GUITAR. DO YOU KNOW WH I do autographs. Even on the skin. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2010|02:13 am] |
So, either I really fucking snapped or I just got moved by a tornado. That's the sort of thing that doesn't usually happen to stable people. |
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[Jan. 29th, 2010|11:29 pm] |
Too much winter. I think it's time for a trip to the beach. |
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[Jan. 25th, 2010|08:17 pm] |
It would seem I replaced an unemployed heir to a rather large inheritance. This will never do, I shall need a job that suits my fancy.
Otherwise, I'm so terribly bored. Entertain me. |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2010|04:05 am] |
Would somebody please tell me where the hell I am? This place is terribly dreary. And I'm not a witch nor a little girl from Kansas, so all this tornado business just wont do. |
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