All mail, presents, marriage proposals, love letters, gossip, etc must please be directed to:
http://slytherinheadgirl.wordpress.com/
I'm giving it a try...if it doesn't feel too uncomfortable, I'll keep it. And yes darling, the girl does look a little bit like me - maybe it's fate?
See you there! *waves*
*SHG waves her wand and all her trunks, bursting with her wonderful possesions, go sweeping out the door....and Draco follows after 
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20six doesn't feel like home anymore.
It really isn't either - it's too big, and confusing and most of all EMPTY. It's like a dusty common room after a large and lustful end of year party.
All my favourite lovers have left and gone off to have affairs elsewhere.
NEGRITO! DIGITAL FEMME! MR HOVERFROG! SAMMYFACE! SUBSPACE! NEWMALDEN! TEDDYLIBERATIONFRONT! to name but a tiny percentage of those which graced my Favourites list back in the day! I miss you! 
I'm advertising for a New Dorm.
But where do I go?
LiveJournal makes me feel ill and won't let me have a username as long as "SlytherinHeadGirl".
Wordpress doesn't like hotmail and makes me open new and useless email accounts just to register.
Blogspot is rubbish.
Vox is too american and sounds like an disease anyway.
Maybe there's always MySpace? They do have a blogging facility and a lot of my dearest are already there, but some of the most important ones aren't I'm at a loss.
*sad face*
I can feel a really big, girly rant coming on.
Please stand back.
It’s been building up for the last few weeks, and I really, really want an excuse to actually destroy something, or someone. It’s reached the point where I’m actually having dreams about shouting at people. I’ve held back thus far because, well, because it doesn’t ever really solve anything and it tends to just upset people. It’s also something I’ve tried very hard to curb, this anger inside me, this dangerous thing, as beautiful as the dawn and stronger than the foundations of my very being.
As much as I know its destructive force, I must also acknowledge that this anger has kept me going a few times, saved me from myself on more than one occasion. I think that like fire, the only way to deal with my fury is to accept it, respect it, and try not to give it too many excuses to get out of hand.
BUT GODDAMIT, I’M ANGRY.
I’m frustrated and dispirited and angered by the childish, pathetic, stupid and cruel antics that have been going on at my workplace.
I’m filled to the brim with bright red, dangerous, shiny vitriol.
I want to scream at this person that she cannot continue to treat people in her life the way she does. I want her to know how pitiful she is, how many people she’s offended or upset with her offhand comments and her tactless statements. I want to laugh in her face and tell her what I think of her. I want her to know that I think she is cunning, malicious, manipulative, untrustworthy, ungrateful. I want her to know that I think she is fake, a liar, shallow, a two-faced bitch. I want her to know that I am allowed to make my own decisions about who I chose for my friends, no-one gets to “win” me, and if you do, you have work hard at any friendship just as you do with any relationship. I want her to know that I think by openly admitting that you know you use your sexuality as a weapon, you are automatically losing the battle. I want her to know that I do not think she is the right person, at the right time, and that I’m bitterly sorry I ever, EVER trusted her with a single piece of my life. I want to ask her where her friends are? I want to ask her why she seems to think that she can pass judgement on so many people so loudly when she knows so little about them. I want to warn that her that, despite my better judgement and my desire to keep a hold of my temper, if she should chose to go up against me, to take this out into the open, then this is one fight SHE WILL NOT WIN. And finally, I want her to know that really, I don’t actually care, I made my mind up when she tried to make me think things about someone that she’s know for 5 minutes and I’ve known ALL MY LIFE.
I want to.
But I can’t.
Because she might read this, and that would never do ;)
I want to.
But I won’t.
Why? Because if I really wanted to, if I really was bothered, I would ;)
It's raining.
Hard.
There's still 2 weeks til payday.
And I'm filled with this terrible craving...
There's an unbearably cute, red tartan Harajuku School-girl outfit in the North Laines which is begging me to buy it.
So off I go ;)
I am so weak ;)
PS - If any of you fancy meeting my little sister Liz, please go here...
