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Dec. 7th, 2009

I truly hate men.

[Hexed Private to Michael]

You should probably take someone else to the Quidditch match. I don't feel much like going.

Nov. 30th, 2009

Tim, are you working tomorrow afternoon?

Leanne, dinner this weekend?

Michael, I have a surprise for you.

Two entire days off to myself and in a row, no less. I'm not sure what to do with myself besides sleep and attempt to clean my bedroom. I may just move. It's that bad.

Bother, I do have to go to Mungo's and pick up some new robes. Why then insist on dressing us in pink is completely beyond me. It's not like mine stay on more than an hour into my shift.

Nov. 3rd, 2009

Tim!

Do you remember what we talked about when you came over a few weeks back? Brilliant news...

[Hexed Private to Leanne]
He's brilliant. The Quidditch bloke. His name is Aaron and, well, he's brilliant.

[Hexed Private to Michael]
Let's go get a pint. I haven't talked to you in ages.

Oct. 23rd, 2009

Apparently taking care of Quidditch players when they come in has added benefits.

I have a date tonight. He's rather fit, even with a large gash on his forehead.

Oct. 13th, 2009

[Hexed to Michael]

I'm assuming that you're fine. I haven't heard anything to the contrary, but I thought I would check.

Oct. 5th, 2009

I hate losing patients. Mrs Brandytwig had been in and out for months and I knew it was coming, but still... it's not easy. I had to explain to her daughter what happened because the too-important Healer was busy with other things.

I hope it never gets easier. I'm glad, honestly, it still hurts as much as it does.

Sep. 14th, 2009

Hey, Tim? Want to come by sometime with week for dinner?

Michael, do

[Hexed Private]

STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID

I am a damn idiot.

Aug. 26th, 2009

Tim, I hope you know that you ruined that book for me. I can't finish it now.

Aug. 19th, 2009

I hate people today.

All of them.

Especially the wenches I work with. If I have to sit and listen to one more of them gush on and on about their dates instead of doing their jobs I will be forced to shove a tongue depressor up their ass.

I have tomorrow off. So help me if I get called in... someone will pay. Dearly.

Aug. 18th, 2009

I didn't say all the things that I wanted to say
And you can't take back what you've
taken away
'Cause I feel you, I feel you near me )