urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:veevee I can feel it in my bones. Violet Voltaire 2011-09-13T04:04:08Z urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:veevee:1712 2011-09-13T04:04:08Z 2011-09-13T04:04:08Z <strike>GHKJHJKASDFSDJKHSAJKDFSDSDFAJKHKJHJKGHJKDGAKSDFGJKDSFD</strike><br /><br /><i>Why</i> would my mother's visit <i>not</i> take an extra week longer than she stated it would? <br /><br />And why would she wait until she was stepping into the floo to tell me she moved <i>all of my belongings</i> still at her home into some strange <i>Viscount's</i> house. That's a completely appropriate thing to do to someone, isn't it? <br /><br /><strike><font size="+3">HE HAS MY UNDERWEAR</strike></font> urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:veevee:1358 2011-08-24T22:49:09Z 2011-08-24T22:50:23Z My mother is going to be coming to town this weekend -- she needs to talk to me urgently and it simply cannot be done over the phone. <br /><br />This can only end in tears.