deviantART ate my journal entry.

I am irked.

I am so irked, in fact, that I cannot be bothered typing it out over again.

Suffice to say, I have discovered that cedar trees have a personal vendetta against Lucius Malfoy, who must really have upset them as a child. I expect sudden gusts of wind to cause many more cedar leaves to assault his perfect hair, giving him a delightfullly dishevelled appearance, as if he has been rolling not in the proverbial hay, but instead, in the bushes.

Lucius Malfoy also has discovered that I am, in fact, a virgin. apparently I ought to get laid, and I suppose that's a fine idea, but I have no partner with which to do such a thing with. I haven't yet met anybody who'd volunteer.

I really do need an icon. I believe I shall now go and create a suitable one.

Perhaps I'll be a bit more talkative in this journal in future, eh?

Lamont will notice that this entry is not, in fact, blank. Suck it, deviantART, your advertising and greed will never be a match for my persistence! I shake my fist at you!
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