| E. Macmillan ( @ 2006-10-18 19:37:00 |
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I have only begun to process Monday night at Magiwand. And Tuesday morning. Primarily owing to the fact that it seems I've only just awoken from my stupour.
I believe that I drank entirely too much Firewhisky. Or else my memory has grown spotty and I've developed chronic migraines.
Mostly I remember that my interest was a bit too prurient to deny the truth of my own desires. And there was a bit of a memory of moaning Justin's name into his mouth, only that doesn't make much sense. Why would I be snogging Justin? More importantly, why would he be snogging me? I thought it must have been a dream until I found an Owl address shoved into my trousers pocket for a bloke named Brian.
I hope his lips muffled sound.