What can I say about Padma....?

( That girl could suck the white off of rice. )

Did I really sleep the whole fucking day?

God my head is killing me, but at least it was worth it. I should have known as soon as I saw him. Lean, blond bloke, wearing the tightest shirt I have ever seen. It said "Purebloods have the longest wands!" across the front. I showed him just how true that was. I'm a big fan of the female form, but really, no one gives head like another bloke.

I never had the chance to meet up with Greg. Those friggin Weasleys probably had him working all night. We need to get together soon. I have got to tell him about Padma.

What ever happened to Slytherin Pride? Poor Dray's with Potter, or will be, once his memory comes back, Pansy's being shagged raw by Oliver Wood, and Greg appears to have developed a fondness for kissing Weasley ass.

( Seriously... wtf?! )

For the best fucking football team in the world, these guys are really dragging their arses lately. ( wankers... )

Oh mother of hell. Why do I do this to myself?

It feels like someone cracked my head open, like an egg, and scrambled up everything inside. Last thing I remember I was talking to some bird at the bar. Turns out she already had a date. A VERY large date.

Oh fucking hell. I'm going back to bed. Just as soon as a get a quick drink.

This year's tally

Got laid: 37
Got drunk: 24 (one too many)
Got arrested: 3 (still no convictions)

I know that when I really get into work, I drift away for a bit, but how could I miss this? I pick up an old copy of the Prophet and who do I find on the cover but my old mates Draco and Blaise. Not so surprising, considering that they fucked like rabbits in school. But then I open it up and read that Draco is supposedly cheating on Harry Fucking Potter?! What the mother fuck? There's no way that the Draco I know is dipping his quill in the Gryffindork inkpot. I've sent Blue off with a note for Blaise. This should clear things up quick enough.