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[rubyredstained]

I didn't make it. But I did my best. Guess I'm not ready for the big time. Or the any time. Back to my little cafe for me. Though I DO think the girl who got it is the singer's girlfriend, so that doesn't make me feel so shit.

I'm at Godric's and I think I'll spend the night. Gryffindor needs the company.

I guess I'll look in to selling my flat tomorrow. And finding a similarly priced shithole to move in to.

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[thetimewehave.livejournal.com]

Well hey, you come make music with me sometime, you stunning artwork of a woman.

Our spare beds taken at the moment but the couch is always free for you if you need it, between shitholes.

[rubyredstained.livejournal.com]

Tomorrow, you incredible creation of a man.

It's cool, I've got my Dad. (At least I think it's still cool with him!) But thank you.