| 20; 08 May 1981 |
[08 May 12 @ 9:32pm] |
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You tits are RUINING Wonder Witch for me.
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| 19; 26 April 1981 |
[26 Apr 12 @ 8:53pm] |
Don't know where my cousins (not you, Ketteridges) or anyone else gets off thinking that they can lie through their teeth, act superior to my wife or anyone else, or piss on Augusta Longbottom (who is an amazing, formidable lady, even if she is Anti-Frank's Beard), but it's not really as though the aims, conversations, or personal views of the Purple Hats have ever been a secret. There's been a lot of talk of disowning, too, and acting as though someone thinking for themselves means they shouldn't be your sister anymore, and that's just total and utter bullshit. So here's me pulling a 180 (not that I daresay it'll matter a whip to any of you): Extended family through the Rosiers, Blacks, and the majority of my Pureblood lineage out there? This branch of the Bones family disowns you. I have no more interest in playing nice, handing over my money to your with-strings charities, or acting like I give two rats whether or not my kids have 'pure-blood'. I don't, and if they marry muggles, more bloody power to them. They'll likely be a thousand times better off outside of the hypocrisy, general idiocy, and exhaustively nonsensical standards that Society makes up as it goes along.
Think I'll make a late stop at Hex Mex and eat a Purple Hat.
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| 18; 25 April 1981 |
[25 Apr 12 @ 12:10pm] |
[Sturgis]Apparently Death Eaters aren't good with directions.
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| 17; 22 April 1981 |
[22 Apr 12 @ 7:48pm] |
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Dear Muggleborn Healers of England: If I'm dying on a table someplace, my 'pure'blood is all yours to mop up. (Not that it matters when it's doing it's usual shit in my body, but I definitely don't think my lineage matters worth a whip when I'm on death's door.) Please don't, however, take advantage of my covetable form when I'm either a) unconscious, or b) drugged to the moon. I don't think my wife'd appreciate it much.
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| 16; 18 April 1981 |
[18 Apr 12 @ 2:46pm] |
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I think I'm going to write a book about kids and poop. Colors, textures, density, and fascination. Someone told me today that there's a muggle book out there called, 'Everybody Poops', but mine is going to be better because Godric Gryffindor on a cheese-spread cracker, I have never seen, cleaned, or talked about poop so much in my life as I have since having children. Up to the eyeballs, down to the toes, 25 million times a day. Plus, if I catalog all the experience now, I'll have plenty of blackmail for them for when their teenagers.
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| 15; 12 April 1981 |
[12 Apr 12 @ 8:11am] |
[Sturgis]All-in-all the atmosphere is not entirely suitable (though I did call him fabulous), so I'll say this here and get it out of my system: The mental image of Moody wearing an eyepatch makes me start to giggle uncontrollably, like a fifteen-year-old girl. All I can think of his him with a peg leg and a parrot, ending all his usual spiels with a vehement "ARRRRR".
Anyway. Square one. After getting over the initial anxiety attack brought on my last night's BULLSHIT, I went over and over and OVER the Order roster re:trust, and so I think that, without question, there's:- You
- Alice & Frank
- Dumbledore
- Moody
- McGonagall
And then I guess we ruled out the most ironically named werewolf ever (seriously, Remus Lupin? I really should have saw that one coming), but I still don't trust him wholly because I don't know him. So. SO. I mean, I've trusted others in the past to have my back, and it's been years for most of us, but I now I fucking feel like we're starting back at square one.
Why are people assholes.
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| 014; 11 April 1981 |
[11 Apr 12 @ 5:05pm] |
[Cally]Order was ambushed by Death Eaters. I'm okay. Cleaning up (in the bedroom loo), putting on my surprised face, and going straight into work.
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| 013; 01 April 1981 |
[01 Apr 12 @ 8:39pm] |
[Purposely Failed Ward]I don't know how much longer I can keep this to myself. It's all-consuming, a secret this large... Not to mention that there are just so many factors to consider, so many people likely to be affected when and if it gets out. Because it will. I know it will. Secrets like this, they just don't keep. I know I meant to be his best mate, but I really don't think it in mine, his, or anyone's best interest to just sit on this. I wonder if they make a greeting card somewhere for this type of situation: "I know you want to keep this under the table, but THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE."
Besides that, Frank's going to notice eventually that Sturgis is having an affair with his beard, given it's on his face!
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| 012; 26 March 1981 |
[26 Mar 12 @ 12:29pm] |
My beautiful, perfect, unimaginably adorable, now two-week-old son, just projectile vomited all over my face. My eldest son's response to this? "What does it taste like, Daddy?"
[Sturgis]How goes the marriage, Mr. Newlywed?
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| 010; 12 March 1981 |
[12 Mar 12 @ 7:31pm] |
BABY EN ROUTE.
[Family (blood & marriage)/Close Friends (including DMLE)]The party is just getting started! Midwife has been floo'd and is on her way now; Cally is doing just fine. Evan and Penny are with my parents, and very put out that they don't get to stay to see the stork show up with the baby. Understandably.
[Order]PLEASE ONLY CALL ME IF THE WORLD IS LITERALLY ON FIRE
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| 009; 13 February 1981 |
[13 Feb 12 @ 7:29pm] |
What is with you people and fucking sadism? You really think that you're better than the rest of the God damn world just because you hide your identities, can light fires, and abuse slurs? Because you can point your fingers and pass your judgment like you're keepers of the universe? Bullshit.
Just. Bullshit.
[Private]jesus FUCKING  christ [Cally]I'll be home late, if at all. Ever again. [Amelia]Where are you right now? [Sturgis]I know you're still faffing about out there somewhere, mate, but please chime in all the same. AJ okay?
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| 008; 06 February 1981 |
[06 Feb 12 @ 7:17pm] |
You're all nothing but useless, cowardice, servile scum. Come anywhere near my wife and children and see what the hell happens. I dare you.
[Amelia]Hey, little sister.
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| 007; 01 February 1981 |
[01 Feb 12 @ 9:01pm] |
[Sirius]Hey, how are you doing?
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