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June 2007

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this is serious business, mad at you

I replied back to my mum a couple days ago. Told her that I had things to worry about. Very important, school related things, and that it really was a shame that I wouldn't be able to make it. And I sent it through an email because the idea of my mother owling me again doesn't work for me.

She took the hint on at least that part, thankfully, and replied back that my cousin was family and that it was over the holidays, anyway. And she implied that whatever I was doing here wasn't so important that I couldn't go.

I can't win with that woman.


...when Ginny Weasley pranked her brother.
Really? Is that because you got a love poem?
I thought we already settled this, Morag. I'm not gay.
Nor will you ever be, I know. No one said you were, anyway. Though, you could be...

Give one of those metaphors.
Oh, come on, Ant. You know what I'm talking about. So, give me one of those Muggle metaphors.
I will not.
Oh, Anthony, why would you deny me so?
Because you're trying to call me bisexual. The only time you ask for a metaphor is when you're talking about being bisexual.
You need to lighten up. You'll never know until you try it.
Then I'll never know.
Fine, Anthony. Live in the boring, boring world, where there is no kink - did I tell you there's porn on this thing?
It's the internet, Morag.
Does that mean there's porn all over it?