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[14 Jul 2009|11:31am] |
Blatant foul play my arse.
I know a certain team that apparently needs to grow some balls. Oh wait it's probably due to the fact that they have far too much estrogen playing for their side.
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[19 Jun 2009|07:57pm] |
As of 8am tomorrow I'll be glad to say goodbye to the hag with saggy tits. Not a fucking clue what the state of my house will be. A house elf may die. Or not since I've only got the one left
In the meanwhile, I suggest all water in the wizarding world be avoided, something is clearly in it that ought to be avoided. It's a cold day in hell when I'm the only sane one left.
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[14 Jun 2009|07:55am] |
written with a dictaquill
What the hell-
For the record, I am not dead. Just mostly. And irritated. This hag of a nurse can-
What damned day is it?
Excuse me. No. I do not want to rest. No- do not take this away you bit-
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[19 May 2009|01:46pm] |
WHAT THE FUCK
Hell has apparently frozen over.
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[27 Apr 2009|03:29pm] |
Can I just begin with how grateful I am to have Alicia Spinnet back? I don't know how she handles her job with such poise and grace everyday. It's no wonder everyone looks up to her like they do. I definitely have a new found respect for her now. Ahahahaha he's going to crap his trousers.
In fact, I take back every wretched thing I ever had to say about the woman. Not only is she the best supervisor a bloke could ask for (and a far better Hit Wizard than I could ever be), but she's also extremely attractive and has the best pair of legs I've ever had the pleasure of admiring from afar. Too much? Nah!
[Private to Sebastian]
You really shouldn't leave your journal lying about. Did you miss me?
[/Private]
If only I could be half the man she deserves, then my life would truly be complete.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Arse.
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[07 Apr 2009|08:49pm] |
[DMLE Employees Only]
For the record... Always knew there was dirty dealings in the Dumbledore family. I appreciate being right as always.
[/Private]
Damn investigation is finally over, no thanks to any bungling of the matter by higher ups. Bureaucracy always manages to make things twice as complicated and twice as lengthy. That said, all fears of catching fire in Diagon Alley or any adjoining areas can be set to rest. Arrested a suspect today myself and since some of us make certain to cross our t's and dot our i's... it ought to stick.
Thank fucking Merlin. That was all absolutely ludicrous.
I think celebratory drinks are required. Spinnet, you're not to be included. I'm done with you.
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[06 Mar 2009|11:55pm] |
I really don't get paid enough for this. If you elbow me one more time Spinnet I'll take it off. Don't push me. I WILL.
GET ON YOUR OWN SIDE OF THE CLOSET.
When the FUCK does this lock down end?
HELP ME
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[24 Feb 2009|10:59pm] |
No. I did not go into work yesterday. No, I couldn't be arsed to go in today either. This I believe is the beginning of what the Ministry owes me after I spent the majority of the weekend returning everything I looked at that remotely resembled food. I might require monetary compensation for this, I had plans for the weekend that did not involve being on my knees. For some of you, that would be the plan regardless... yes Spinnet, I mean you. Probably this Patil girl as well since we're apparently supposed to give two shits about her love life.
Good thing the prophet is mostly only good for wiping one's arse.
I suppose I have work to catch up on now. Spinnet mind writing me up a nice summary?
( Private to R. Vane )
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[03 Feb 2009|10:12pm] |
( Hexed private to Spinnet )
All complaints regarding the sheep sounds originating from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement may be directed in full to Ms. Alicia Spinnet. Please complain in all forms, including howler.
I think I officially loathe my own name now. And if anyone ever suggests counting sheep to fall asleep they can fuck themselves and/or die a painful death.
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[30 Jan 2009|12:30am] |
SPINNET.
If you ever send me have me do your work pass off work that you like to think is complete but clearly isn't so again... I'll make certain you're fired. And you owe me a pair of Italian leather shoes. Whatever that gunk in that bog was... it's not ever coming off those shoes.
I left them on your desk. There were some papers there, I hope you don't mind.
( Charmed Private )
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[27 Jan 2009|12:31am] |
One would think that something as simple as a transcription of an interrogation interview wouldn't be such a difficult thing. Not that I'm an expert in the various job tasks of a secretary, but I would assume that as simple charm could be used in this matter that would effectively translate the words to paper. I believe that complete waste of air at the prophet (yes her name begins with an 'R' and ends with '-ita Skeeter') was even able to use a dictaquill for such a thing. But apparently these wild assumptions of mine would be incorrect.
Now when the facts of the capture are called into question it will become a he-said she-said... ridiculous waste of my time. My secretary can expect a write up on this matter and I certainly hope the woman can handle constructive criticism without getting all misty eyed. Apparently she considers the death of a supposed 'singing angel' to be reason enough to explain her failures. An excuse... now there was a shocking surprise.
Warbeck was half-rate anyway.
I need a drink.
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