| a note on the current events at Aristotle's Ancient Antiquities |
[Feb. 2nd, 1978|02:25 am] |
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I have found out Doge's dirty little secret! It was hidden under the counter and I found it while I was sweeping the floor, because recently Dearborn is getting more traveling jobs than I am so I have to do the housekeeping. I hate Doge. When he's sober.
Anyway! The point of this! I don't know why the fuck would he want this, but I just found (I kid you not) a fucking vintage porn magazine from the early 1900's. I swear, the birds in here don't even show their tits. And there are blokes in some of the pictures! What was wrong with these people!
Getting to know your boss shouldn't be this horrid. Maybe it's Dearborn's? |
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[Nov. 25th, 1977|01:49 pm] |
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I'm glad my hair is back to normal, because to be honest, I do have a big forehead. I have discovered the joys of drinking butterbeer at an adult age too. There's a big difference between the blokes you find in The Hog's Head and the girls that walk by The Three Broomsticks. For example, while the former spit on the floor, the latter sit on your lap. I hope you're following me here.
If any of you know a Margaret Har-something, Angela Dalton, a girl named Sadie and the one that wears a little bit too much eye makeup, let them know that if they're waiting, they're doing it in vain. I'm only telling you because they had the Hogwarts uniform, so if they tell you how they have a date at Madam Puddifoot's, you can warn them.
Anyway, I'm getting free red currant rum, which has just this tiny bit of alcohol in it, so that's all right. I usually have a reserved spot near the counter too when I get off work, Madam Rosmerta is really considerate. It's really nice when she asks me to fill in for her for a while.
If only Doge treated me this way.
I'm joking, fuckfaces. |
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| Unfair is unfair and fair is not what's happening right here |
[Jul. 22nd, 1977|12:16 am] |
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- Three bedrooms
- One bathroom
- Small kitchen
- One office/lounge
I understand they're three but this is, to me, ridiculous, not to mention unfair. It is not proportional to the effort made nor the experiency had.
One bloody shower and one bloody bedroom and one bloody anything-else. And I still think that taking advantage of having a front yard is an incredible luxury, but maybe some of us who don't know the true meaning of hot water don't understand that.
Dearborn, you owe me money for staying here, seeing as you've found yourself such a nice place, it's only fair. |
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[Jul. 2nd, 1977|01:30 pm] |
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Happy Birthday to myself! Grand, isn't it? Dearborn has one of these and I asked pops Dumbledore if I could have one too, because I am actually only a year older than this fellow and he gets to keep a journal. So it's a deal, really, I helped Dumbledore get the job for Dearborn, he helps me get one of these. I had Doge talk to him too, said it would be a really good idea for the advertisements and the like, there are a lot of potential costumers here and while I don't want to get on a broom and go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it's all business to the man. The way I'm looking at it, this whole students/money addict relationship could turn into very positive results. For the students. Doge might need therapy.
Oh, and also, today isn't my real birthday, I know you can list it in the back of the book but I can't actually be sure that you lot are able to read it. So yes, my birthday is July 25th, feel more than free to send gifts, notes, postcards, love letters, I have got all of those before, it isn't really news. I wonder how Hogwart's quota of unbelievable birds has changed over these two years, though, so a ride around the old school couldn't hurt really now, could it? Specially when Doge's selling these brilliant Teen Witch magazines he found from some old cabinet he bought, and they're here for all you blossoming women and they're only thirteen sickles. If you buy two of them, it's only a galleon and seven sickles so you have to buy them while they're recent because they are bound to end in some sweet thirteen year old's hands who really doesn't know what a tampon is, d'you understand my meaning? I can show you personally step by step through this new test they have, it's called "Are you really ready for the BIG step?", and it's actually pretty illuminating, if I may add, one of my old girlfriends took a similar test and it did wonders for her. I had a chance to prove it myself.
As for the arousing blokes, Dearborn says there are quite a few of you who are cool. I'll believe him.
So, this seems like quite an interesting project, really. From my point of view, this will be implemented as yet another way to keep the communications between wizards in a way that doesn't actually need an owl or a fireplace near. Everyone should have one of these, and it would definetly work for the best. Oh, why am I even bothering in stating the practically obvious. Carry on, leave a note if you need me, believe me, it's happened before.
On several occasions. |
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