| Friday, October 15th, 2010 |
| 9:12 pm |
Apparently I'm supposed to make use of this now that I have a journal and not keep it lying around in my flat for months. Not that I wanted another journal. However, it would seem that a shrug equals acquiesence to certain people when they demand that I should buy myself one.
Since the aforementioned 'certain people' refuses to give me back my work until I write something, I am writing this.
I doubt any of you care but I'm alive. Now I'm off to finish reviewing files in peace. |
| Saturday, June 26th, 2010 |
| 12:30 pm |
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| 12:28 pm |
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| Monday, December 28th, 2009 |
| 2:58 pm |
[backdated to after this. Because it is too hilarious not to journal about][And his handwriting is a little lopsided. He was attacked by a fat cat. Give him a break]I. Have. Had it. The cat is gone. Fitzgerald, if I see your face before the month is over the stupid animal won't be the only being in this bloody flat searching for a new place of residence. Which is why I suggest you pack whatever poor excuse of a bag that you own, or " borrowed" because I will find you. And when I do? I swear by Rowena I will punch your face in before I throw you bodily out of whatever building we're in. Out the bloody windo |
| Monday, November 9th, 2009 |
| 11:03 pm |
More or less I don't have any particular aversion to falling ill. However, overall, I tend to find the whole thing pointless when you can't even have anyone around to take care of you. |
| Tuesday, October 27th, 2009 |
| 11:49 pm |
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| Tuesday, September 15th, 2009 |
| 9:19 am |
There's a cat in my flat, whose only purpose seems to be to get fatter and annoy the bloody hell out of me.
If you've ever had the desire to own a cat, particularly a really fat one or perhaps you've just need a very heavy paperweight. The thing is yours. |
| Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009 |
| 12:01 am |
Huh. It's always nice to have the fact that I made the right decision be publically confirmed. Not that Selwyn was ever much of a choie |
| Wednesday, August 26th, 2009 |
| 6:33 pm |
Drinks are on me! Yes, yes. You read correctly. I'm offering to buy the first thirty of you who respond drinks. Smart comments and you can get your bloody own. Tonight is a good night. I got a promotion and I've got a good feeling about the next couple of months. Such a good feeling that maybe mum will promote me to do what I've been doing since I was seven So drinks for you lazy masses. I said watch the smart comments, you can think what you'd like, but if you want free drinks you won't let me read it. I haven't managed to learn how to read minds so you're still safe on that account. And if I were the lot of you, who obviously will want free drinks, I'd be very nice about these comments. When have any of you known me to buy anyone anything outside of their birthday or Christmas? Offering to buy you ice cream for helping me find my shoes in the mess that Dave calls our sitting room doesn't count Colin. Oh, by the way, when I say free drinks. I mean butterbeer for those of you younger than seventeen. Tough luck ickle ones. And don't even think to try the 'but I just look like I'm pushing fourteen'. Been there, done that, and I looked more adorable while doing it too.
[Private]
It's not that I'm upset about the promotion. That I'm ungrateful for it. Exactly. I worked hard for it. I worked hard for something that I used to do during the summers, easily and better than half of the new people mum's hired. Though at least I'm getting paid for it .. now. That's a positive. And I am the one who told her to treat me just as any other employee. I just didn't think mum'd take me that seriously.
Oh well, at least she still lets me balance the books. I'd go mad if I couldn't. This entire thing is frustrating ... but it's fair. It's fair and I don't have to worry about people saying mummy's boy gets all the easy work.
I wonder if I can get Colin to help pay for said free drinks ... huh.
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[Colin]
How much money do you have on you? |
| Tuesday, August 18th, 2009 |
| 10:55 pm |
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