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[19 May 2008|07:00pm] |
I feel like I should've been more prepared for this. That's right, I woke up with a penis this morning. Getting dressed was a challenge as I didn't have anything to wear, or so I thought.
Hooray for ex-boyfriends, I managed to find an old t-shirt and a pair of trousers in the very back of my closet. Shoes were an issue. I don't own anything but high heels, so I had to walk barefoot to the closest store that sold runners to buy a pair. Having spent the past four or so years in heels has made walking without them feel weird as fuck.
Right, well. I'm going to head to Kelly's to see if my larger body mass means I have a higher alcohol tolerance and to find out how good of a wingwoman I really am.
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[09 May 2008|10:20pm] |
Back when I was young, naive and impressionable, I was quite taken with one Gilderoy Lockhart. I'm not sure if it was the hair or the teeth, but I used to think he was really something. I confess that back when he taught at Hogwarts, I purposely got in trouble once so I could have detention with him, except my plan didn't work out and I ended up in detention with Filch. It was not fun.
I picked up his newest book on a whim today and after reading it, I had one of those what-the-hell-was-I-thinking? moments. I mean, really. I still recommend the book, though. It was an amusing read and a great way to kill a Friday afternoon.
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[06 May 2008|09:19pm] |
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That Chastity Shagswell bird? Everyone's being too hard on her. I get that she's seventeen, but I think we're forgetting that she's seventeen. Who didn't make mistakes at that age?
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[27 Apr 2008|08:53pm] |
"Which raging rocker has been doing more than just canoodling with several lovely ladies? Sources say that he's been knocking on doors (and knocking boots) all along Euphoria Lane. Consider this a public service announcement, loves. Orgasms are temporary, but herpes last forever."
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I contribute to society. Respectable, isn't it?
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[19 Apr 2008|07:12pm] |
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I look suspiciously like a deranged poodle. This probably means I should stay in tonight, after all, I wouldn't want to scare any small children or the neighbours. Thankfully, a very nice gentleman sent me a very nice bottle of cognac, so at least I'll have company.
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[04 Apr 2008|10:15pm] |
My feelings about Death Eaters being released and ridiculously annoying pop music have already been expressed by others, so I'll save you lot the trouble of re-reading what's been said before. I'll share something completely different.
My favourite brother gifted me with a box of fine Cuban cigars this afternoon. Sad thing is, I don't think you can really enjoy a cigar on your own. Seeing as my week hasn't been too bad, save for part where I lost a new pair of shoes, I've decided to be generous and share. Here's the plan: Tomorrow night. My flat. Fine cigars and alcohol provided by yours truly and most importantly, exploding snap. Exploding whatever, really, I'm not too picky on the game front. If you don't have plans tomorrow night, appreciate cigars and can hold your alcohol well, feel free to come! I've already talked Eloise into joining me, but the combination of card games, booze and cigars is always more enjoyable when you have more than two people.
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[30 Mar 2008|04:05pm] |
It's a bloody jungle out there. Literally. With monkeys and everything.
This would be lovely and all, except it's really, really humid out and there are little animal surprises on the street. My shoes were not made for this kind of environment. I managed to ruin my new black suede boots and yeah, it's kind of pathetic to mourn the loss of an inanimate object, but they were really nice. Really nice.
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[23 Mar 2008|07:15pm] |
I’m officially all moved in, and by that, I mean I’m really moved in. Hung up my clothes, put away pots and pans and everything. I’m feeling very adult right now. It’s quite a change from my old flat, loads bigger and I hear there's a house elf. Plus, I've turned the second bedroom into my shoe room. It's my happy place. Really, it all seems too good to be true, so I'm expecting the flat to open up at some point and swallow me whole. If I stop answering my owls, you know what happened to me.
Moving on. Eloise suggested I introduce myself by writing in this journal, so here goes. Sally-Anne Perks here. You can call me Sally or Anne if you’d prefer. I’ll even respond to “Hey, you!”. Just not Sal. Anything but Sal. I am the newest occupant at 227 Euphoria Lane. Hello. I already know a few of you, but hello all the same.
I considered planning a party of sorts, you know, to really get to know the neighbours, but I figured wandering into the local pub was an even better idea. Less cleaning up to do afterwards. So, here's an open invitation: if anyone wants to join me for a drink at Kelly's, I'll be the one trying to convince the person next to me (probably Eloise) to join me in bouncing knuts into pints of beer.
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