Post by Kieran Bass on Apr 11, 2012 6:02:29 GMT -5
Oi, Jones!
I haven't heard from you in forever which just isn't good enough, you know. I've been busy keeping Rupe and David out of trouble as well as keeping the flat safe to live in AND I got a job with a hard-arse boss. What's your excuse, little missy?
So, what's up with you? How's NEWT year treating you? Here's a tip --- don't take your NEWTs drunk! I'm so lucky that I was too beautiful for MacElfrish to murder when she smelt my breath before my Transfiguration NEWT. I didn't too badly, clearly, considering I'm now TRAINING TO BE A CURSE BREAKER (fuck yes you read that right) but still. Keep it clean and shit.
Some crazy bitch that Jake brought home (the wanker doesn't even live with us, we really should do something about him using our flat to do shit with chicks) THREW OUT ALL MY COFFEE. ALL OF IT. I was so pissed once I was sober enough to realise what she'd done. I ended up setting Brigid's mad cat on her - oh, yeah, do you remember Brigid? Finnigan Quidditch player, about three or four years above you? The Gryffindor chaser that flashed her bra at the chaser in the Quidditch final that Gryffindor won? Her sister's the year below you, and she plays for the Ludlow Teucrians now? Anyway, she lives opposite me now. Keeps stealing my sugar but it's all right because she's fit and her cat can scare Paprika (Rupert's crazy dog) and all the weird people that end up in my flat. Anyway, yeah, set her cat on the coffee-hating bitch. And then I made Jake go steal some from Rosa because I needed replacement coffee.
Please tell me that your coffee needs are being satisfied, yeah? How're your mates, and how's your dad? Obviously, your favourite mate's writing to you right now, but Will and shit better still be taking care of you. Any guys we [and by that, I mean Rupert, Jake, Rosa, David, myself, Ian, Brigid and her cat] need to beat up for being dickheads?
Anyway, gorgeous, I've actually got to run because Anglesey will probably murder my unborn kids if I'm late. Cherish Hewer while you can, eh? He's nothing on this crazy bastard.
Cheers,
Kieran x
I haven't heard from you in forever which just isn't good enough, you know. I've been busy keeping Rupe and David out of trouble as well as keeping the flat safe to live in AND I got a job with a hard-arse boss. What's your excuse, little missy?
So, what's up with you? How's NEWT year treating you? Here's a tip --- don't take your NEWTs drunk! I'm so lucky that I was too beautiful for MacElfrish to murder when she smelt my breath before my Transfiguration NEWT. I didn't too badly, clearly, considering I'm now TRAINING TO BE A CURSE BREAKER (fuck yes you read that right) but still. Keep it clean and shit.
Some crazy bitch that Jake brought home (the wanker doesn't even live with us, we really should do something about him using our flat to do shit with chicks) THREW OUT ALL MY COFFEE. ALL OF IT. I was so pissed once I was sober enough to realise what she'd done. I ended up setting Brigid's mad cat on her - oh, yeah, do you remember Brigid? Finnigan Quidditch player, about three or four years above you? The Gryffindor chaser that flashed her bra at the chaser in the Quidditch final that Gryffindor won? Her sister's the year below you, and she plays for the Ludlow Teucrians now? Anyway, she lives opposite me now. Keeps stealing my sugar but it's all right because she's fit and her cat can scare Paprika (Rupert's crazy dog) and all the weird people that end up in my flat. Anyway, yeah, set her cat on the coffee-hating bitch. And then I made Jake go steal some from Rosa because I needed replacement coffee.
Please tell me that your coffee needs are being satisfied, yeah? How're your mates, and how's your dad? Obviously, your favourite mate's writing to you right now, but Will and shit better still be taking care of you. Any guys we [and by that, I mean Rupert, Jake, Rosa, David, myself, Ian, Brigid and her cat] need to beat up for being dickheads?
Anyway, gorgeous, I've actually got to run because Anglesey will probably murder my unborn kids if I'm late. Cherish Hewer while you can, eh? He's nothing on this crazy bastard.
Cheers,
Kieran x
