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[Oct. 29th, 2011|10:46 pm] |
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Daphne, love- do you have any plans tomorrow? I'm thinking of whisking you away to dinner. And something fun! I haven't decided what yet. Any requests? |
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[Oct. 5th, 2011|09:02 pm] |
Amanuensis Quills has donated two five galleon gift certificates for this charity gala's auction, and the dance studio has donated dance lessons as well. I may even teach them! Who knows? If you win, then perhaps you'll find out!
[Daphne]
I know your family is basically running this, but may I escort you on Saturday night? |
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[Aug. 25th, 2011|08:49 pm] |
[Malachi]
Drinks soon, mate? We haven't seen each other in far too long. And I imagine we both have some catching up to do!
[Daphne]
Would you care to join me for dinner this weekend?
And how is everybody doing on this fine weekend? Anybody have any plans? |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2011|07:00 pm] |
[Daphne]
So you'll be pleased to hear that our mothers are quite taken with our performance this weekend. Mother has begun to ask if I've picked a ring out yet, and I'm trying to hold her off. You may find yourself presented with a family ring at some point, though- if only to keep her pleased. I suppose it all just depends on how long we intend to drag this out.
As an aside, thank you for the portkeys and the trip. Would you care to join me? Mother was already asking what we planned to do on our vacation. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2011|09:17 pm] |
[Daphne]
It seems as though news has reached my mother faster than expected. She would like to extend an invitation to you for my birthday dinner tomorrow night. Of course, if you are otherwise busy or have previous arrangements, I can certainly pass the message on to her.
Maybe I'll take up singing one of these days. Can you imagine? GOD sings! |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2011|02:09 pm] |
As an ever dutiful son, I went home to visit my mother this morning. We had brunch, as is now our first-Sunday-of-every-month tradition. Which, as you may well know, is all well and good, until she began harping on me about why I, at the tender age of twenty-eight (nearly twenty-nine, heaven forbid!) am still not married and shagging my wife into the mattress (and other places) at every opportunity so that I might knock her up and give my mother the perfect grandbabies she so desperately desires. I think at this point she's not even concerned about the purity of said grandbabies, so long as she gets some while she's still around. (Although, honestly, my mother will live to be three hundred years old simply to torment me, I'm sure.)
"Oh, but you're so handsome!" she says.
So what if I am? If I'm unattached, perhaps it's because I haven't found the right woman, Mother. Did you ever stop to think about that?
She asked after you, Eleanor. I'd be careful if I were you- she might think to try to set you up with me herself. |
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[Jun. 7th, 2011|08:09 pm] |
[Private to Eleanor]
West Coast Swing. What do you think? There's a competition coming up at the end of August that I think we could place well in, possibly even win.
It seems as though I've acquired a cat in the last few days, quite by accident. |
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[May. 21st, 2011|12:16 pm] |
[Private]
I suppose third place is nothing to turn my nose down at. It's still not good enough, but we'll make them see in the next competition that we should have won. We will win.
What the fuck am I doing, writing in a journal like a little girl?
Thank you to everybody who came out and supported us last night. Don't you worry, next time we'll win first place. |
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[May. 15th, 2011|07:17 pm] |
I have decided. From here on out, I want to be referred to as GOD.
It's the beginning of another week and I'm just not sure that I'm feeling it. Maybe I need a vacation. But then the question is, where to? |
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[Apr. 25th, 2011|07:46 pm] |
Malachi, mate, I'm happy for you and all, but Merlin your marriage has my mother asking me when I'm going to be married. And she won't believe me when I tell her that I've no intentions of marrying any time soon, and I certainly do not wish to be set up in an arranged marriage-- I've a feeling you may be the lucky one in that respect, and with my luck I'd end up with some hag and I've no desire to deal with that mess.
She invites you and Sophia to dinner, by the way. She'd like to meet her properly and all- I'm not sure. There was talk of her wanting to meet up with your mother and Sophia's to arrange your reception party, but I'm trying to dissuade her of that.
Eleanor, rehearsal tomorrow night? |
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