Parentals.

My parents are coming for a visit next week because I am unemployed and apparently need something to do in my free time besides read pr0n. They are wanting to take me to the casinos, because gambling with your kid is super fun. Ever since my mum remarried my dad in May, she's been . . . off. It's not bad, it's just different. They were divorced for seventeen years, for fuck sake.

I think she misses me, but doesn't want to ask me to go home because she doesn't want to upset me. The bulk of my parents' existence seems to be avoiding upsetting me. Once, I asked if I was really that much of a bitch, and my mum said, "Of course not!"

She loved Central City when she and my dad were here in June. It's "quaint." Indeed.

Ah, well. I suppose I can deal with my parents for a week or two. I hope they plan to stay in a hotel because the only food in my house is ice cream and rice. And Coke.

Holy shit, my parents are coming for a visit next week! Man the battlestations!

Finally!

I worked all night, but I finally got the Draco/Harry section of the recs page done.

Motherfucking hell, it took forever! And I was even being lazy and formatting it like my journal, only in Slytherin colours. (Slytherin: It's what's for dinner.)

You can see it here, if you want. The other sections and pairings are going to have to wait until I don't have spots before my eyes. Ergh.

Cider woes.

I had to go to three different shops to find cider. Well, good cider, anyway.

What the fuck, people?

And now I have pizza!

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Dear Google,

What part of "boys kissing" makes you think "ugly bitch with two cocks in her arse?" I'm just curious so I know how not to search in the future.

Thanks,
Me

P.S.: I will be contacting you in regards to reimbursement for the three gallons of brain bleach and the new eyeballs I was required to purchase.