Corrie Pye is not a furry

Cockroach in the bathroom.

Never peeing again.

For some reason the neighbours don't seem happy that I repainted the fence. I think plaid's a lovely look for fences, personally, and it'll be sweeping the nation soon.

Oh well, at least they can't possibly take offense at our newest resident, Ruby:



I tried to get her to wave, but she turned shy on me:



Isn't she a love?

( But the best part is... )

[Private]
Why do I always listen to the voice of self-guilting? Sure it makes sense to say I should have a mumlunch after I've had a dadlunch and it seems fair and reasonable on paper and in that foggy theoretical way that makes you say stupid things like what's the worst that could happen

and okay, it's not like the absolute worst DID happen, we weren't actually attacked by ninja inferi on literally fiery undead steeds, but good Merlin I thought she was over it! It's been a year and she hasn't said anything lately, I thought it was safe to go back in the water, and she's been pretty normal

well, for mum.

But I swear I must be the only person in the world whose mum wants them to have an legendary Quidditch career AND make them lots of grandbabies! And I have two siblings! Why can't she go harass them instead?? I bet Holly could use some help finding a suitable boyfriend!

Did she think I'd never met the guy? He's just a few years older than me, and I played Quidditch, I do know people in the League still even if they won't.

On the bright side, at least he looked awkward about it too. Though that may be because

God, I need to unwind.
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[Private to Brandon]
Please say you're not busy right now, cause I'm in the perfect mood to inflict a water fight on everyone in Diagon Alley. Or to get completely smashed. Either way would work.
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Well of course he was drunk. Why would anyone try to break into Gringotts naked?

[Private to Asha]
Well damn. They went through with it. You'd think she would have a long-lost lover come to sweep her up just outside the altar, she's not a bad looking girl and she's nice enough and all. Or at least someone who always wished her heart was free but couldn't bring themselves to confess their love sooner. (I think I've been watching too many of those awful muggle romantic films. Next time I get bored and we see a movie, can it be one with explosions?)

Anyway, whatever - farewell forever, gorgeous young Norse godling!

Damn, it's gonna be hard to replace him, I've never met anyone who made such good viking fantasy fodder. Why's this country getting so damn swarthy?

I need to make a list of potentials. You're good at lists, right? You're all smart and organized and stuff.

Oh God, I picked the wrong day to meet up with dad for lunch. He was ALL over Donald Dodge about that mugglephilia comment, or at least all over the conversation with me about it, but I'm not really Donald Dodge am I so what was I going to say in rebuttal. He's been trying to get Mungo's to take muggle medicine seriously since before we were born or thought of and no good for ages, but the clinic thingie got him all hopeful and of course he's angry because it's an insult to muggles and to gran, but I think they've got a point honestly because it's not like he ever tried his little stitchy things or his muggle medicines on us except for the easy pain med stuff. Or salves that were basically the same thing. And if you're not willing to see your kids hurt while they're taking forever to heal the muggle way, why should you expect anyone else to want to? He swears up and down that surgeries and implants and things work, and that's fair enough but it's not like I'm ever likely to need a heart implant so frankly all I hear is Blah Blah Blah Thank Merlin I Stayed Out Of Healing.

I'm just glad Carl wasn't able to meet up with us for lunch after all, I'd never have got a word in edgewise with all the righteous healing anger. Dad's usually pretty brilliant and chill, but every once in a while he's just as bad as mum and he doesn't even realize it.

Speaking of things on the wireless, someone needs to do something with me during Blake and Eric tomorrow because that's obviously out of the question for the day. Asha, Brandon, someone! Take up my time!

All arguments about convenience and worrying about thievery (identity or money or whatever you like to keep in your vault) and excitement about naming-contests aside, there's something that's just satisfying about holding a galleon. I don't know if a card could feel that good.

Kind of like muggles to try and get rid of things, though. No need for brooms cause they've got vaccuuums and microwaves instead of ovens (mum LOVES this one) and the telly instead of actually getting out and doing things in your real life. What are they going to get rid of next, paper? Maybe that's why the debit things came along, so they'd be able to eventually - otherwise they'd have a hard time since have their money's paper too.

I realized something just now.

Citizens are people who live in a city. So denizens are people who live in a den.

So are there townizens and countryzens and villageizens and, I don't know, beachizens and moorizens and things like that? Some of my old mates would definitely be pitchizens then, they couldn't seem to breathe even when they weren't there. Or pubizens. Half and half, I guess.

I know people who live in the countryside are still technically citizens of the country the countryside's in even though they're not living in a city, but it doesn't seem like they should be when you put it like that although I guess the word could've changed over time, things do that and all. But did they not use to be citizens of the country because of that?

Dammit Asha, where did I put your dictionary?

Look, a photograph from last weekend!



Unfortunately that's the only one that turned out, even the stuff from my personal modeling session before leaving the house didn't work. They said that someone either sat on the film or spilled something on it, or maybe both. Talk about mysteries in need of solving. I'm inclined to think it was sabotage. Someone didn't want 40s era Corrie Pye to be committed to a permanent medium. I should have got a caricature done just to cover my bases.

Anyway it was fun to dress up even if the getup was way too warm for this time of year. I like the lipstick too. I should wear that colour more. I look like the Kissing Kestrel!

My victory laps didn't go over particularly well with some of the neighbours, I'm not sure why. It wasn't nearly as bad as whoever that is that listens to jazzy renditions of Shakespearean songs. (Please tell me that's a muggle neighbour and not one of you lot.)

The quieter victory pint later on went over a little better, I think. Thankfully I have friends willing to spot me one while the bank's wonky.

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Well, my team didn't win but neither did Brandon's either, so all in all I guess it wasn't a complete waste. I plan to celebrate the half-victory with cartwheels in the garden once it cools off a little more. Maybe midnightish, that sounds like a good time for it. Cartwheels and savage war cries, maybe? Possibly followed by yelps of pain when I sprain my wrist and fall on my back. Look forward to it, GH. See you soon, Mungo's.

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It figures that when I actually want to do something with Holly we get split up. A pair of sassy girl detectives would've been better. Dressing up was still funnish, but it's not the same when you don't have someone to play off of.

I guess it kept me busy for a while though, so there's that.

Oh my god Blake shut up about the ice cream. If not for your listeners, or for the glory of Hufflepuff, or for me, or for little children or peace and humanity or the United Kingdom, do it because eventually that Eric guy is going to go off the deep end and stab you with a sharpened ice cream scoop. In the eye. Seriously, I feel so sorry for him I'm almost at the point of a pity date. And I don't want to date a potential murderer even if I can totally understand where he's coming from, then I'd just end up stuck in the rut of conjugal visits and passing on the murdergene. Do you really want lots of tiny criminals with my level of energy and creativity? No, you want the killers of the world to be bored and pacified, and stupid so they get caught easily even if they do bother to get off the couch and fulfill their destiny.

So I know you love the stuff, but really. It's for the good of the country that you cease and desist and all that other legal crap that Nate would say if he ever agreed with me anymore. If you have even a speck of patriotism and want to live to pass on your devastatingly gorgeous eyes you should find another subject to ramble on about. I'll give you a set of encyclopedias if you really need the help.

I made a concoction.

I'm pretty sure that's the only word for it, because it's chicken and courgettes and onions and some boxed rice mix and some kind of soup cooked and put in a pan and cooked some more. Oh, and cheese. I think I should have put more soup in, though. Or maybe a different kind of soup. Or mushrooms, but I didn't have any of those on hand already and I was in the mood to cook, not to go to the grocer's.

It actually wasn't too bad, and there was green and brown and yellow and... white, I guess, so it's a pretty colourful meal, and! It had three food groups! Four if you count the soup. Suck on that, old flatmate who said I'd never learn to cook. With that and salads/sandwiches and fruit, and eggs with things in them, and toast, I'm pretty well balanced I'd say!

Oh, and cereal and pancakes. And popcorn.

And other things I can't think of right now, I'm sure there's some right in the darkened cobwebby corners of my mind.

In other news, I think Brandon officially won the tv auction because he offered me his body in exchange. Oh, and chocolate.

I of course completely subscribe to the belief that magic has turned televisions into unearthly black hole portals of doom, and to that effect I am auctioning off our telly to the highest or maybe just the funniest bidder. This offer won't last long, so act fast - preferably before Asha gets home or sees I wrote this.

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