Wine.

Wine is wonderful.

'm on the way to being satisfyingly drunk. Such a wonderful sensation, really.

The snow looks lovely, falling onto my window. ‘ve been watching it for a while, now… nothing else to do… and I think I should go off again, since I obviously can’t type while drunk.

Mother’s snowed in, 2 hours away from here. *smirk* How sad.

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Got up noon-ish. Attempted to slog through ff.net to find some decent fics, but I was sadly disappointed. Did a search for Tom/Ginny. Appart from Faith's fics, which were up to their usual standards, I found redeemed-Tom fics and dumb-bint-Ginny fics. I'd flame, if I could get the energy to, but I can't be fucked to care.

Damn. There seems to be a lot of Harry/Lucius fics, too. With redeemed-Lucius, the poor man. Honestly, these people seem to have gotten it into their brains that he's actually going to bloody MARRY Harry. Utterly pathetic. And they go to great lengths to put Narcissa as a complete bitch. *snort*

Gryffindors, the lot of them.

Hmph.

I suppose I'll be off to get tea. And scones.

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A rant, this time. And well-deserved. I need a bloody drink.

Bloody hell. And we wonder why those kids are such utter brats. Seems that my parents’ decision to get a nanny for me was the right one; I would have been an insufferable brat, otherwise.

My parents own their business, and they’re always gone on trips. I pretty much raise the 2 kids during the 4 days per week when they’re gone. And I try to get them to do some housework, seeing as we’ve got a big house, and I can’t possibly go everything myself. Not much housework, but some. For example, my sister, who is 12, has to dry the dishes.

So, the two twits come home, and what do they do? Let the kids scooter around the whole downstairs. And then blame me when there’s marks on the floor from the wheels skidding. *growl* The idiots.

My sister claims she’s too tired to dishes. And so what does she do? Goes and plops down in front of the TV. That lump Leaving me to do all the stuff in the kitchen, of course. Couldn’t possibly get off her ass and do some of it, oh, no. And, if I get mad, the bloody failed-psychologist-that-calls-herself-my-mother says it’s my fault for giving her so much work to do. Never mind that, at that age, I was in charge of all the housework. Stupid bint.

Hmph.

The decision has been made. I am going to university away from here. *snort*

And the fics still aren’t better. Harry/Lucius, my ass.

I loath February.