With the baby jumping and jivin' (I swear it's the strangest but most amazing thing I have ever felt in my life--though stopping in the middle of the street to feel up--- touch Mack's belly might be a odd sight for the rest of the world; do not care at this point!), with Mackenzie's birthday on the 12th (what a lovely time I provided, I do say so myself), with Graeme's birthday today (and you thought I forgot! I'm such a sly devil), with Hannukah starting on Sunday (get ready for eight crazy nights), Christmas a week and a day away (oy---do I get coal if I just sign my name to Mackenzie's present ideas?), annnnd the impending imprisonment of the muggleborn people, well---

The 1970s are clearly ending with a bloody bang. Cheers.

( ALEX )

I thought we had gotten over that rumor mill once we left Hogwarts? No? Really? That's a bloody shame, adults whispering like school children about things they have no reason to be butting their noses in. I, Sebastian Goldstein, am taking the high road and ignoring all the inflammatory comments that are supposedly being put out there and...well, no, right after this:


Fuck you and stay the fuck out of our business


Okay, I'm done.

What a way to begin the new year!

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I HAVE NOTHING CLEVER TO SAY.


Mackenzie's pregnant! COMMENT HERE AND THEN GO CONGRATULATE HER IN HER JOURNAL! I INSIST.




AND IT'S A BOY there must be something in the water!

Mackenzie.