Journals

I LOVE GOING TO BEER TASTINGS!!!!!!!!!!

So. If anyone's not terribly busy and feels like coming to my rescue...I seemed to have gotten myself tapped by a mistletoe. And it won't let me go until I kiss someone.

I tried doodling a face on my hand and kissing it, as I got trapped in the training facilities. And I haven't seen anyone in a while.

So, little help? At this point, gents, I wouldn't say no. I've been her for one hour, sixteen minutes and counting.

The season is looking to be a good one this year judging by the last match.

Izzy has decided that she thinks the reindeer are the most important part of Christmas and keeps asking if she can have one of her very own.

Those who were on the Island

It's been strange being back sometimes still. I sometimes wake up thinking about the ocean. As strange as it was, there were aspects of the Island that I didn't mind

Magpies

Is anyone interested in signing up for the toy drive event on the 14th?

[Cormac]

Can I get you to help me sometime next week with something?

Thank Merlin for Wine.

Okay. I'm fairly sure that I didn't hit my head that hard at practice today. So, is it just me, or are the candy canes actually asking me to consume them?

One would think players that spend so much time in the public eye would stop prattling on about how poor they are.

I do hope Puddlemere's new and old players alike remember that I am not around to deal with your problems legally speaking in a dating matter. If your girlfriend is having a hard time do not come to me. Suck it up and deal with your own sad pathetic problems that no one actually gives a shit about anyways.

Fucking hell.

[Ernie]
I fucked up. I fucked up bad.

This is a busy trade season.

So. Dead people being brought back to life as non-zombies.

Huh.

Well...that's interesting news to say the least.

So...anyone one of them play quidditch? Because you know, trading season and all. Just curious.

Must not check out ever single book that I can find on this at the library. Pile is big enough as it is.

In other news...if anyone is interested, I'm having a meeting about planning my next fundraiser for the Opaleye reserve. Figured it'd give me an excuse to get out of the flat for a bit.

And go to the pub.

I'm going to the pub and probably talking about dragons.

Oh Scotland, you wonderful place. Just heard two old men bickering about superstition.
In a pub over their eighth beer. Life goals.