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[20 Oct 2008|10:05pm] |
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Work was rather hellish today, but I love my job. I love my job more than I have ever loved sex. I don't get paid for sex, and with my unrelenting unwillingness to experiment, I don't think I'd be worth very much in that profession.
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| Interesting. |
[05 Oct 2008|07:50pm] |
WARDED TO CARADOC, ANDROMEDA, STURGIS AND TED.
Evadne Lestrange is a frightening little one, isn't she? Random gifts from complete strangers never sit well with me. Did she really expect me to eat her biscuits? No one is that 'kind' without some sort of sneaky ulterior motive; I speak from firsthand experience.
At least Mr. Chang was fed tonight.
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| Getting back on track. |
[05 Oct 2008|04:41am] |
I crave butterscotch. Still.
And I am looking forward to work on Monday.
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| I don't look much like a mother. |
[02 Oct 2008|11:32pm] |
Cho looks nothing like her father, and I'm thankful for that. Mr. Chang seems to think he's responsible for her pretty face, and I wholly disagree.
I didn't have an assortment of dolls or other playthings when I was young, and as horrible as it sounds, I'm starting to equate Cho to an energetic, life-sized doll -- a doll that likes to blubber and yowl at three in the morning. Being a mother isn't much of an adventure. I'm climbing the same hilltops. Everything comes naturally, like I've done it all before. There's nothing about this path that's new and it's unfortunate, but it still excites me.
Work always comes before recreation, but I could use a drink tonight or tomorrow night. Nothing too immobilising, yeah?
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