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[Apr. 6th, 2012|08:55 pm] |
So. Birthday passed and nothing tragic happened. I think it's safe to say so when it's been more than twenty-four hours since. Gotta say, I'm pretty stoked over this turn of events. It's absolutely unfair having your birthday right in the middle of the workweek, though, I think, so all celebrations have been pushed to this weekend. If anyone wants to drop by the Leaky tomorrow night, I certainly won't complain if anyone wants to purchase me a birthday drink or two. I've already rented out a room so I don't have to concern myself with getting a designated apparater.
[Maggie McKinnon]So hey. This might be sort of out of the blue if if Gemma hasn't actually talked to you about it, but she thought that it might be cool if we go out for drinks or dinner or something sometime if you're interested. Let me know! |
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[Feb. 19th, 2012|10:11 pm] |
(Handwriting is absolutely horrid. Thank you mix of injury and pain meds!)
Hey
do we still get paid forthe rest
of the day? |
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[Feb. 9th, 2012|11:33 pm] |
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Holy shit, so wait. Was he actually at the WWN? Or does he just happen to have a Celestina Warbeck record on hand? |
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[Jan. 25th, 2012|11:34 pm] |
AUGGIE ROOKWOOD.
You sir are a GENTLEMAN AND A SCHOLAR.
Cheeeeeers. |
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[Jan. 25th, 2012|08:54 pm] |
Well. This has certainly been an interesting twenty-four hours.
You can't scare me much. I've watched and reviewed Celestia Warbeck in The Founders: A Musical. Want to talk about nightmares? Yeah. |
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[Jan. 21st, 2012|03:13 pm] |
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And a big thank you to everyone who helped out last night without stopping to ask if they have magical powers first. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2012|09:33 pm] |
I've never heard metal crunch like that before.
[Private]Coincidence that it crashed into a bakery? Look into this. |
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[Jan. 8th, 2012|08:17 pm] |
When publishing my stories through the Prophet, I try my damnedest to make sure that the public is just getting the facts. They're not paying for my opinions any more than they're paying for Chuck's over in Crosswords. I also wouldn't dare try to step on the toes of the good work of our food critics, so I figured I'd try my hand at that right over here in the safety of my journal, where I can celebrate both freedom of speech, press, and opinion.SO! Who likes having the poops? Not you, you say? Then make sure you stay away from Just Desserts in Diagon Alley, found in the late Charmingly Yours's previous location. If breakfast is the most important meal of the day, this place makes dessert the previously anticipated meal that you'll be begging to skip. The pastries are dry and hard, the cupcakes taste like rotten eggs and stale meat, and something tells me that the chefs are the sort who lick their fingers when sampling their cuisine without washing their hand before returning to work. And believe me, the company isn't worth ignoring the taste for.
Perhaps Just Dirt would be a more fitting name. |
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