Shoulda been a chaser,

KIMB IS A LESBIAN.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

In retrospect it makes a lot of sense.
Lots.

Alicia Can we have sex? Ugh. Oliver. More sensitive. Li, I know this might sound... odd, but I'm kinda... well, I feel a lot better about myself right now... less like it was my fault Kimb was a frigid bitch in bed and well, if, when you get home, you would want to... well, I'm getting off earlier today - off work early, I mean, and anyway, the kids critters are at Grams, so it'd just be us...
Balls, this is stupid. Not a big deal if you don't want to...

I have a brother.

Also, apparently my father has been in Japan for twenty years, in case you were wondering.

We can make up for it after Christmas. I want you lot to take a nice long rest until New Year and we'll come back in the second sets of heats. Two games? Only two? Ugh. Worst. Season. Ever.

Nat, what do you want for Christmas? Also, what would your dad like? And your grandparents, while I'm at it?

( Private to Alicia and Percy )

I'm ready for Christmas to be over already.

We are never going to take the league. Just one more game, please don't let me down.

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 cold too long the other night or something. Alicia's at work and the only company I have are two snoring, farting pests curled up by my knees. BAH HUMBUG.

( Private to Self, Percy, Alicia )

PUBLIC TO JAMES EWAN MacEACHERN: YOU STUPID FUCKING COCKSUCKING TWAT! I just got her home from Mungo's. Popping over with a bloody nose and a black eye, grinning like mad and raving about using Aunt Evelyn's invitation to CRASH McLaggen's wedding and kissing Edgecombe and getting into a fight is NOT WHAT SHE NEEDED - and I hope your hand smarts, because yes, I did hex this entry to shock you and no, you can't reply to it and yes, all your owls will be returned until further notice and no, you cannot floo and my wards won't let you in and don't try to sweet talk Alicia into changing them. Also, I very much doubt you got a single punch in and I'm surprised you aren't in more pieces. Yes, I said it. WHAT?

Edgecombe She-McLaggen Mrs. McLaggen Marietta: Sorry he kissed you. Oh fuck that, you deserved it, you fucking skank.

McLaggen: You can still go fuck yourself.

Kestrals/Puddlemere on the 1st. Should be a pretty evenly matched game. We need it so bad to even THINK about getting anywhere this season. I mean, come on, we've only won TWO all season. Lord Almighty.

Gram has a strain of Fairy Flu, but the Healers think they have it under control. I've been sleeping at Mungo's most night, but I came home last night to see Alicia. (I'm sorry I fell asleep.) She might get to come home this week.

Alicia, Angelina, George, Katie, Percy, Meghan, Penny and to whomeever else it may concern: I was thinking of having early Christmas dinner at our my the flat this year - maybe a week before? So we can trade gifts and what not and not interfere with family plans? I just know last Christmas was hectic and I don't fancy doing that againt his year especially not now that I have a girlfriend and we have to figure how we're doing that out.

Angie

Angelina, still mad at me?

Ange, I'm sorry??

Psh. It's not my damn fault. Fuck it all to hell.

In case you didn't see the other posts, I'm at St. Mungo's.





I'm fine. It's my Gram.



Write me if you need me. I'll be home when I can.

I don't know why I posted that. I really don't feel like celebrating at all. I frustrated as hell. I've been sitting at Gram's for about an hour trying to convince her to go to St. Mungo's and get some potion or something. She's hacking up a lung but she says she's fine. Christ, women are so damn stubborn.

Perce, you want to have dinner soon? We could all go out?

Do Healers pay house calls anymore? I might just bombard her.

WE WON!

I will be celebrating at the Leaky Cauldron tonight with the team for any mates that want to come.

We have got to win tomorrow.

( Private )

( Private to Close friends )

OOC: Edit. Parts are now Private to Close Friends. Imagine it was that way all along.

Things have been going good outside of Quidditch. The team trained really hard this week and I can't ask for me. I think if we keep up this momentum untilt he next game, we can win - and as long as there aren't any love potions about.

Other than that, Francie and I are good. Alicia is still hogging my shower. Percy is still dating Meg and all is right in the world. I'm looking forward to Christmas and the first snow. I'm still popping up to Gram's in the mornings and evenings, when I can, and helping her with the animals - though it's not busy with no foals or chicks or sheep to sheer.

Spring will be busy, but I'll deal with it when it happens. Francie stays with Gram alot, more when I'm training. She doesn't like apparating and she barfed the last few times we made the trip, so I've been holding off on moving her. She's been home all week, though, since Alicia and I have a bit of a working schedule going.

Francie really likes Alicia and loves the attention, and she doesn't mind being alone as much now that she's getting a bit bigger. She'll be six months on the 10th of December, so I'll have to get her something nice. Maybe a new bed? She's gnawed on hers a bit.

Also, I've discoverd that Francie + cheese is bad. Horrible. Don't try it. She farts. It's gag worthy. It's hard to believe so much... odor comes out of one tiny pup. She is getting bigger though. She'll be a grumpy, blind old bat before I know it. At least we'll be geezers together.

( Private to Percy )

( Private to Alicia )

Lan dhen ca leam-leat! Tha thu cho duaichnidh ri èarr àirde de a' coisich deas damh. Deoghail am fallus bhàrr duine mharbh siadha tiadhan. Thalla 's cagainn bruis, thalla gu taigh na galla.

Also, if you ever come near her again, I will personally cut your cock off with a dull and rusted blade and force you to eat it whole.

[OOC: Roughly translated as, "You arrogant, pompous, two-faced, double-crossing bastard! You're as ugly as the north end of a southward traveling ox. May you suck the sweat off of a dead man's balls. Get lost and go to hell."]

I blame the loss on the temporary madness that infected the team. They were all too busy making eyes at each other to notice the Goddamn, bloody balls.

And the Catapults seemed unaffected by the temporary insanity and played brilliantly.

( Private to Alicia )

Why are women so damn sexy? I mean, really. I'd like to know.

Perfcy, where the fuck are you.? Your not at you're flat and I need to talk to you and I know you hid your Freddie from me which is not fair at all.. what kind of mate are you? I need Freddie and I need your sorry arse - not like that, you sod. I know you've got plenty or arse from Meg, least I hope you are, it will make yu happier. You need to be happy. i think so at least. god damn my damn face fucking hurts. i should have puts some fucking ice on it but god - kimb showed and i fucking hate her perc, so much I fucking hate her and where the fuck are you? Please Perce, i really need you to talk.

WHY ARE THE GAMES SO FAR APART? Practise doesn't start for four more hours and I am bored.

( Private to Katie )

Perce - drinks? On me. It's not a request, but I'll add a please if that's what you need. Please? ( Private to Perce )

( Hexed Private )

What the fucking hell? She told me she was okay with the whole Leanne thing and now she's flipping the fuck out on me and I didn't do anything wrong! I fucked her. She fucked me. We fucked. I thought this was good and bloody over and now she's telling me I hurt her bloody feelings and that I go through women like socks am a slag. What am I not getting here?

Caine, would you please tell ask our friend Percy to please play Quidditch with me? I told him he could be Captain and everything, and he doesn't want to. I'm sad.




[OOC: All comments are from the same day.]

You are playing Qudditch with us this Sunday. Thanks.