| 5 November 1980. |
[November 05; 12:26pm] |
WARDED PRIVATE TO ORDER.
I don't know if they realise how callous they sound when they start complaining about their lives. So, alright. Their cocks got stolen and shit, now they're talking about how severe the consequences will be. Fuck, man. It's like they value the lives of their fucking pets more than other humans. That's just sick.
Maybe they live in a permanent state of delusion or something. They don't see what else is happening to the people around them so they don't realise how much shit they're causing, and how many families they're tearing apart just to keep on shielding that little antiquated world they live in. It's called progress, yeah? We're sitting in the same place because they keep holding us back, whinging about their goddamn peacocks.
END WARDS.
What a goddamn tragedy.
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| 21 October 1980. |
[October 21; 09:50pm] |
WARDED PRIVATE TO SELF.
Not a good idea to give word to have birthday sex with a good mate's older brother. The morning after's kinda odd. At least we all knew it was, well, just fucking. Which is all that matters really.
On to other matters, nan thinks I should take time off work or something. She thinks I look sick and pale-like. (Not pregnant.) I guess you would look sick and pale-like too if you find out you killed someone and can't remember doing it. Gertie's stopped being a bitch now, which is nice. She didn't even make a fuss about helping with the dishes this morning. I can't help but be slightly suspicious that she is planning something sinister. Bea continues to deny her involvement with anything, so that makes me feel a little safer.
Work is quiet. That's also making me uneasy.
END WARDS.
WARDED PRIVATE TO ORDER.
I was thinking maybe going spray-painting one night this week. Graffiti with ever-lasting ink, anyone?
END WARDS.
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| 10 October 1980. |
[October 11; 01:27pm] |
WARDED PRIVATE TO SELF.
Gertie can be a fucking bitch when she really wants to. I thought we've gone through the whole shite about me replacing mum and dad but apparently not. She kept asking me where I went when I had to stay over at the Order bunker and I just--snapped. A person can only take a hundred or so "Where'd you go?" before completely losing it, you know? It doesn't help that my hands keep fucking shaking whenever I think about it. A fucking MAN climbed out of MY FUCKING WAND. WHAT. THE. FUCK. I can't take this right now.
END WARDS.
WARDED PRIVATE TO ORDER.
What exactly does it mean when you cast Priori Incantatem on your wand and a man comes out?
END WARDS.
My five-year-old sister can wrestle two kneazles at once and count to a hundred. Beat that.
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| 26 September 1979. |
[September 26; 11:13pm] |
WARDED PRIVATE TO SELF.
 What the fuck--
Shit
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He was just lying on the floor when I came to and 
I couldn't have. I couldn't have. I couldn't have. I couldn't have. shitshitshit What if I did? What the fucking fuck I can't have though. I can't have done it.
There must have been someone else there. I don't know what their sort hang around with in hallways at the time of night anyway--maybe he went to the loo. Fuck, I dunno. I know it wasn't me. It can't have been. I would have remembered the bit when I actually killed him, right?
Oh god oh fucking god 
END WARDS.
WARDED PRIVATE TO ORDER.
Just checking in with you lot. I-- The boys got out alright, yeah?
END WARDS.
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| 15 September 1980. |
[September 16; 09:19am] |
I heard my sister (the little one--and by that I mean the littlest one) say "fuck" today. Now, you know I advocate free speech and all that wonderful stuff but I have to draw the line somewhere, yeah? I can't have a five-year-old running around calling her older sister (the younger older sister) a "nobhead". Not until they both turn eleven anyway.
THUSLY, as draconian as it might seem, I have imposed a no-swearing ban around the cottage, with especial attention to the dinner table. Because, fuck me, there's a lot of swearing going on when nan gets a glass of wine into her. I bet that's where Gertie picked it up 'cause she ain't even at school yet. Shit, she'll be the girl teaching everyone else to swear
Where was I--
Yes, a swear jar. Well, it's more of a box really.
( Photo. )
Good, eh? I personally think the pricing is very reasonable.
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Dorcas Meadowes for ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) dontsaymod. |
[August 02; 06:37pm] |
they'll never find us
they'll never see what lies behind
see how it will ( end )
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