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My typist is a terrible liar of a person. Who neglects me horribly. I don't care if she has a Star Wars game, that doesn't mean she can just ignore me for three weeks! Er, two weeks, I suppose--writing a 40-page fic in a week about me isn't exactly neglect. Even though it wasn't me exactly.
But this time, I really am back, and back I shall stay at least until August, lest I murder my typist. You see? She's got me so upset I'm saying these things and not being guilty at all about it. I am very upset with her right now. You can't even know how upset I am.
Typist: the blatant abuse of italics probably gives them some idea, actually. Me, it makes me think about ice-cream trucks...
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May. 3rd, 2005 @ 07:21 pm
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I am quite finally back.
I should be on a few times a week, at least.
And! My typist has hardly any homework anymore, so I'm not interrupting her studies. This randomly packing up and moving in twelve hours on a plane thing worked quite well, I think.
We saw Hitchhiker's Guide--the movie--on Sunday. It was a good movie, actually, just not quite the same as the book. Zaphod was more likeable.
And while we couldn't get online, my typist became obsessed--once again--with drawing pictures of me and Sirius. Not that I mind, of course. Except for the one really sad one that makes me want to cry even if it never happened.
I never thought I would miss you people. Except for Sirius.
Typist: sorry, he's a little obsessed at the moment. His whole giddy lovesickness was starting to get to me. Right inconvenient, that.Current Mood:  happy Current Music: My typist singing. "Guess who's back, back again...." |
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Apr. 10th, 2005 @ 10:54 pm
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My typist must be insane.
She likes Dolohov.
She likes Dolohov.
How can she do something like that? It's like--I don't know what it's like, I don't think it has a strong enough equivalent to make a decent analogy.
She likes him quite as much as she likes the Phantom. Which is to say, an unhealthy amount.
My typist fangirls a Death Eater.
This is even more sickening than what he said.
Typist: Oh, come on, you know it was intriguing.
IT WAS NOT.Current Mood:  nauseated Current Music: Tears for Fears |
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I think I can safely say that this day was the worst day I've had in a long time.
...Tony?
Pardon me while I force my typist to cook something chocolate.
I think I'm going to be sick.Current Mood:  disgusted |
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Peter! Where are you?
We need to clear a few things up, if you don't mind!
Apr. 3rd, 2005 @ 12:25 am
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Maybe we can just assume that I don't make any sense anymore and I'm extremely sorry. Padfoot? Prongs? Lily? Please?
Because I am. I'm incredibly sorry for having got us into this in the first place. I understand that I'm not making much sense right now, and I understand that it seems like I've randomly decided to forgive him, but can we please just ignore that for a while?
p.s. If he turns out to be lying again, I owe you all---erm, I don't know, something, forever. Take your pick.
Apr. 2nd, 2005 @ 11:07 am
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I finally get my friends back, and what's the first thing I do? Get into a gigantic row with them.
I am the world's biggest idiot.
Apr. 2nd, 2005 @ 03:42 am
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Wait. Settling down?
Erm?
Apr. 1st, 2005 @ 05:45 pm
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THIS IS NOT SOMETHING I THOUGHT WOULD COME UP.
BUGGER.
Apr. 1st, 2005 @ 03:28 am
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I LOVE THE WORLD. IN A VERY PLATONIC AND STRAIGHT WAY.
*totally punch-drunk* *totally doesn't care*
Honestly, I haven't felt this good in years!
I would giggle, but that would only make my typist laugh at me more for being such a girl so I honestly can't bring myself to.
Apr. 1st, 2005 @ 02:28 am
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!!
This is an overload of a day. Peter is here. And Professor Aronnax. And!
I am very tired.
Mar. 31st, 2005 @ 11:20 pm
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If only I was half as excited as my typist...
It appears that she'll be moving once her school year is over. Back home, as she puts it. Why anyone would want to live in a desert, I don't know, but she likes it. Apparently, the family she likes is there, as is someone she has an--ah, romantic interest in.
Of course, this won't be affecting me much, but since she's about to burst, I felt she needed some acknowledgement.
I wish she would make some more brownies.
P.S. I shall be gone tomorrow and Thursday, as my typist will be spending time at her friends' house, and also spending her friend's money at the mall. Whatever that is.
Mar. 29th, 2005 @ 11:46 pm
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I shall never understand my friends.
Mar. 28th, 2005 @ 09:37 pm
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I do believe that this day would have been much better if my typist had actually had some of that chocolate pie at her uncle's. It looked so good! Why didn't she at least bring me a piece?
In other news, Sirius has shown up now; that's good, I suppose. I mean, it IS good and there's no supposition about it.
AND CAPTAIN NEMO.
Mar. 27th, 2005 @ 11:39 pm
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My typist plays this online RPG thing called Kingdom of Loathing. She's currently playing her secondary character, and has just run into a Weretaco.
I'm torn between the urge to laugh and the urge to lecture on why that would never work.
Excerpt: This is a weretaco -- an ordinary man, who, when the moon is full, turns into a half-man, half-taco monstrosity.
Incidentally, for you detail-oriented people out there -- the weretaco's lycanthropic cycle is not tied to Ronald or Grimace, but to some completely unrelated moon in some completely unrelated alternate dimension. That's why you never see him turn into a human. Seriously.
I have never heard of anything more absurd, but I nearly fell out of my chair when I read that.
A weretaco. Honestly.
Mar. 26th, 2005 @ 09:25 pm
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Ohh, my secretary just made brownies...they smell so good...
I mean. I am NOT addicted to chocolate.
In other news, my secretary also has the Wicked soundtrack, and I must say--omglove. Miss Elphaba, Miss Galinda, you both have very nice voices. ...it'ssosad!
Oh, the brownies are done. I think I'll go steal one.
Mar. 26th, 2005 @ 05:42 pm
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Where is Sirius???
Here I was, expecting to see him twenty and bootyliscious again expecting to be able to see my best friend who I thought to be dead, and where is he?
Not here.
Rargh.
And that certainly wasn't a rargh of sexual frustration, if that's what you're thinking.
And no, my middle name is not Jedeziah, regardless of what Sirius seems to think.
Mar. 26th, 2005 @ 03:56 pm
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