| In Which our Heroine Speaks of the State of Things... |
[Oct. 13th, 2009|05:38 pm] |
Been here close to a month and no crime-fighting as yet. Mum was either exaggerating (known to happen) or just eager to be well shot of me when she told me the X-Men hardly ever got a chance to have so much as breakfast unmolested by Magneto or Apocalypse. OOooh, doom and drama. Except when it isn't. The accommodations are posh enough and the food is definitely an improvement upon what Mum's been feeding me all these years, although I'd murder for a good matzo soup.
I bloody well should have left a few of my records at home and spared some room for a few of Da's good whiskeys. Which reminds me. This legal drinking age business is daft and I haven't the faintest intention of paying it any heed. I've been drinking since I could hold a snifter for bollocks sake. There's a liquor cabinet in this place or I'm the Queen's niece. I'll find it, I will.
Also, note to self, in pursuit of alcohol, find a decent place to go dancing or else it's probably bridge and virgin Shirley Temples on Friday nights around here.
I'm being snippy. Need a cig. Ta. |
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