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[25 Jan 2009|03:54pm] |
It has been so long since I have even bothered with this book. I don't want to write. I have nothing introspective to say. I don't want to socialize and I don't want to hear how everyone's lives are so fucking perfect.
I want to play quidditch, and have a few drinks when I am not playing quidditch. If anyone cares for a drink, I will be at the Devil's Lair.
( Private to Self )
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[10 Aug 2008|12:21am] |
The Falcons win again.
I know that this is not a surprise. The Pride's keeper was like watching Ron Weasley back at Hogwarts. I could score at will. That was no challenge at all. We had enough points that they could have caught the snitch and we would have won anyway.
[Private to Gwen]
I want to see you again and I want you to come with Alex and I to my next game.
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[Private to Brigitte and Nickolas]
That restaurant was perfect and so was the date.
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[Private to the Mates]
We need a night at the pub, seriously.
[/Private]
I am in too good of a mood tonight.
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