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Mister Aristocracy
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 @ 02:55am
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Appropriate song...
Well I just heard the news today,
It seems my life is going to change...
I close my eyes, begin to pray,
And tears of joy stream down my face
With arms wide open, under the sunlight
Welcome to this place; I'll show you everything
With arms wide open, with arms wide open
Well, I don't know if I'm ready
To be the man I have to be
I'll take a breath, take him by my side;
We stand in awe, we've created life
With arms wide open, under the sunlight
Welcome to this place; I'll show you everything
With arms wide open, now everything has changed
I'll show you love, I'll show you everything
With arms wide open, with arms wide open
I'll show you everything with arms wide open
If I had just one wish, only one demand
I hope he's not like me; I hope he understands
That he can take this life and hold it by the hand
And greet the world with arms wide open
With arms wide open, under the sunlight
Welcome to this place; I'll show you everything
With arms wide open, now everything has changed
I'll show you love, I'll show you everything
With arms wide open, with arms wide open
I'll show you everything with arms wide open
Wide open...
-Creed
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Mister Aristocracy
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 @ 03:00am
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Online Journalism?
This should be oodles of fun.
Chock it up to silent peer pressure, but I suddenly had the unrestrainable urge to get one of these blawg things. Granted, I haven't the faintest ******** clue what I'd put in here, but it's worth a shot, ne?
(Yes, it's all Potter's fault.)
Today was interesting. I spent he whole day in [LOCATION CESNORED] trying to find something decent to wear that wouldn't scream "Look at me, I'm a Malfoy!" in six different languages. You know, somethig modest but presentable; comfortable and casual. Something I would otherwise never wear.
I never thought I'd live to see the day when I would be trying to hide the fact that I'm a Malfoy. All my life I've been blindy proud of my heritage. Recent events have turned hat upside-down, inside-out and generally just ******** the whole thing up. I know that there are at least ten Death Eaters currently on my tail, and it's just a matter of avoiding them until I find somewhere decent to hide.
I've been considering a new look.
If there's anyone who reads this journal, tell me what you think about it.
~Draco Malfoy
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