| I Met You in the Garden |
[Sun 3 Jun @ 1:07am] |
There's something in my eye a little midge so beguiling
Sacrificed his life to bring us both eye to eye
I heard the Eskimos remove obstructions with tongues, dear
You missed my eye, I wonder why, I didn't complain
( You missed my eye, I wonder why, please do it again )
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| 007. Jonathan David |
[Tue 22 Sep @ 5:57pm] |
Sometimes, I think it would be nice to be able to give my brain the night off.
[Private to the Marauders]
I am not sure how I feel about the fact that Carlin Prewett is (as far as I know) the first person to call me "cute" since things didn't work out between Lucy Perth and I the summer after my sixth birthday. She was a very clingy sort of girl, Lucy. I'm sure I've told you about her. She was the ginger-haired neighbor girl who ran around calling me "chubby cheeks." Then she started chasing me and she kept trying to kiss me, and I was so frustrated that I started crying. (If your romantic life was anything like mine, you'd spend all of your time reading, too.) Really, though. It was so strange - I think the boy may have lost his mind. One minute he was asking me about Swedish, and the next, I think he was making a pass at me.
Sirius, you know Carlin, don't you? Aren't you sort of related, or something? I know the Blacks and Prewetts have intermarried some. Is that what he's like all the time? Does he do that to everyone? Gender indiscriminately, from what I can tell?
...Not, that, you know, there's anything wrong with that. Many ancient civilizations did not make distinctions between sexualities the same way people do in modern societies. The relationship roles and distinctions we determine based on gender were, at that time, based on an assumed role as the dominant and passive partner, creating a similar dynamic to that in the male/female relationship, though this was rather different in the army, where pederasty was often practiced. ...which is not the point. Because whatever he is, you know. It doesn't matter. That's not the point. Well, except that one of the things he is happens to be insane, but otherwise none of them are applicable.
Anyway. The boy has clearly lost his mind. I hope he finds it. Because I am not cute, and the next person who attempts to pinch, poke, or otherwise fuss over my cheeks will end up with a pot of Earl Grey dumped on his head. You know who you are.
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Well, this has been an odd sort of week. Here's to less eventful ones in future.
- Remus J. Lupin
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