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[24 Sep 2011|10:42pm] |
[Emma]
Hey.
[End Ward]
[Girls, Penny, Emma, George, Rose, Ginny... friends]
Gram's cooking dinner this week because she has no real reason and wants to do it. And you don't say no to an 80 year old woman. She wants you all to come, and she says it can be a potluck if you all feel bad about her cooking it all, though she assures me she wouldn't mind cooking it all.
[OOC: Added later]
OH. Would Thursday work for everyone?
[End Ward]
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[12 Sep 2011|11:37pm] |
[Private]
FUCK. THIS. NOISE. What does she expect? That I fucking—
Dear gossip book,
Today I got my period for the first time! I feel so open and emotional! I can't wait to share all my personal feelings with the world through this bloody public forum—with my coworkers, fans, superiors. What a novel device! I can use this a tool to communicate with my friends about my feelings and how much I care about them. Emote, emote, emote. Fucking Fairy Glitter and Kitten Shit.
Love, Ollie-Wollie.
Hearts.
FUCK THAT SHIT. FUCK IT.
[End Private]
Puddlemere is practicing hard for the end of season. With everything wrapping up soon, I'd just like to say that everyone has played impeccably. However, as Assistant Captain for Puddlemere, I couldn't be more proud of my team in particular. Excellent work, mates. Let's finish this season with our brooms blazing.
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[28 Aug 2011|10:39pm] |
[Private to Friends]
Check in.
[End Private]
Good game, mates. If you haven't heard from Philbert, practice for Monday is canceled.
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[13 Aug 2011|12:03pm] |
[Private to Angelina, Katie, Alicia, Charlie, George... Pucey]
Ladies, I'd like to kindly ask where the fuck the three of you are.
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[12 Aug 2011|04:24pm] |
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FUCK YES.
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[28 Jul 2011|05:46pm] |
I hope there is an investigation going on to make sure this mess will be cleared up before the weekend, and that the guilty parties will be apprehended.
Puddlemere practice has been canceled for the day to accomodate affected parties.
[Private]
I have NO balance like this.
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[25 Jul 2011|01:18am] |
FUCKING SHIT
We played an excellent game, no matter who won. Good job, mates.
[Private to Ange, Alicia, Katie]
Girls, I believe you all owe me a drink. Or I owe you one. Regardless.
(This is about as optional as 5 a.m. practices. Hairy Heart. Let's go.)
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[12 Jul 2011|09:46am] |
We are never going to take the league.
The weather sucks today and I feel like absolute shite. I either got whatever Gram has, which would suck because I hate Mungo's—or I was out in the rain too long the other night or something.
Next game should be a pretty evenly matched. The team trained really hard this week and I can't ask for more. I think if we keep at it until the next game, we can win. Thank god mine didn't start a fight. They fucking wanted to. Everyone's tense this close to the end of the season.
Warded to Friends & Family:
I was thinking of having an early birthday thing. I mean, I know it's still exactly a month away, but Gram wants to do something special the day of, since it's, you know, my last birthday in my twenties a big birthday. I don't fancy doing anything special, just going out for some drinks or something, yeah?
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