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[December 07 2009] |
So who wants what for Christmas this year? To be perfectly frank, I can't even remember who all I have to buy for, as people keep coming and going faster than I can keep track of.
The list of things I want is quite simple: cute handbags and shiny, sparkly things. And shoes. A woman can never have enough bing-bing.
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[November 13 2009] |
private to helena;
How bad is it that, even though I want my nephew to be happy, I'm less-than-pleased that he's marrying a Mud-- Mugg-- unpureblood?
/private
I need to go shopping.
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[October 12 2009] |
private to Charlus;
Don't worry, Charlus, I already picked out your costume for you. Both of us are going to be vampires. And I found a spell to make our teeth longer, like fangs. You can call yourself Dracula if you want, and I can be one of your brides. Oh, it's a shame Phinny isn't here! We could put him into a pod (a safe pod, of course, where he will be able to breath) and he could be our spawn.
Oh, I don't know what I ever did without you.
/private
I love dressing up in costume!
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[September 28 2009] |
private to Helena, James sr, Sirius and the rest of the Black Family
My husband's back, if you haven't noticed yet.
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[August 07 2009] |
Oh!
Em!
Gee!
This ship's turned into a moving city, hasn't it? If anyone needs me, I've moved into the spa. I'm getting a mani-pedi, facial, massage, etc etc etc.
I really think I've died and gone to heaven.
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[August 01 2009] |
The minute I set foot on that ship, I'm heading straight to my room, stripping down to nothing, and taking a hot, perfumed bubble bath for ten hours. And then I will go shopping. I need more money. Where is Charlus when I need him? Or...
[private to James Sr, Sirius and Pollux]
Might one of you be able to give your dear auntie/sweet baby sister a bit of gold so she can do a spot of shopping?
[/private]
And I miss my Duchess. Oh, how I miss that kitty! But not as much as I miss a hot bath and clean clothes.
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[July 21 2009] |
Anyone know how to do laundry the Muggle way? My lone shirt is filthy. Or does anyone have a spare shirt? I feel so bloody disgusting it isn't funny.
I truly hate this whole fending-for-myself thing. Really, I do. I wasn't raised for it.
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