My room
6:41 PM
Mr. and Mrs. Next Door are moving! I saw them put the sign out today. No more yapping poodles, gardening shorts, and er, Mr. and Mrs. Next Door.
Phoned Jas to tell her the good news. She didn't listen, she was talking about Tom and the various love bits she's got.
8:40
I feel bad for Angus. His favorite past time is moving.
9:22
Phone rang. It was Dave the L. unfortunately, Libbs got to the phone before anyone else. I could hear her, I think someone in a coma in hamburger-a- gogo land didn't hear her.
"Gingey, bad boy, my Mr. Phone, bad boy!"
And then she bit me.
After quite a struggle I got the phone from her, and DTL was having a, er, laugh.
10:02
Of course he can have a laugh. He's not related to the loons of the universe who overdosed on loon tablets.
break
The tragic seventies hair of Mrs. Wilson fell off in r.e. it was quite a laugh. She didn't need to get her old lady knickers in a twist, we were laughing with her.
Well, we would have been if she was laughing.
She's balder than uncle eddy, and he's King of the bald loons.
Does that make her the queen?
Jas' kitchen
We're having nutritional snacks (pop tarts). Yummy, not as yummy as the sex god, but definitely a close second, er, third. No, Dave the L doesn't count. Defintily they come in second.
Oh Merlin's knickers.
I think I need to go down to disco.
My room 6:30
BG stopped by today to join the cat lynching party. Angus apparently chased him and his tiny girlfriend up the street. I don't blame him. He probably though she was one of Mr. and Mrs. Next door's poodles.
He was staring at my nungas. I had half a mind to make a sudden movement and see if the would knock him out. If not him, me. I should write to an agony aunt.
I have huge nunga-nugas, what should I do?
She'd probably just tell me not to make any sudden movements so I don't knock anyone out.
9:00
Phoned Jas.
"Jas." "What?" "It's Georgia." "I know." Silence "Anything exciting happen in the time I haven't talked to you, Queen big knickers.?" Silence "Jas?" "What?" "What are you doing?" "I'm thinking."
Some days I worry that she hears the call of Planet Loon, much like Angus hears the call of the Scottish whatsits.
10:00
Libbs and the usual crowd are here. I can't sleep because scuba diving Barbie is stabbing me in the back.
Mutti came in and told me cousin James is coming over for a while on the weekend. Oh, triple merde!
He definitely hears the call of Planet Loon. And the call of incest.
*** This is my first Georgia fic, I hope I did alright. Review please, and tell me what you think. I'm sorry this is so short, but I wanted to get it posted before I forgot, because I tend to do things like that. I'll get the next chapter out ASAP, if you guys want me to.
Mr. and Mrs. Next Door are moving! I saw them put the sign out today. No more yapping poodles, gardening shorts, and er, Mr. and Mrs. Next Door.
Phoned Jas to tell her the good news. She didn't listen, she was talking about Tom and the various love bits she's got.
8:40
I feel bad for Angus. His favorite past time is moving.
9:22
Phone rang. It was Dave the L. unfortunately, Libbs got to the phone before anyone else. I could hear her, I think someone in a coma in hamburger-a- gogo land didn't hear her.
"Gingey, bad boy, my Mr. Phone, bad boy!"
And then she bit me.
After quite a struggle I got the phone from her, and DTL was having a, er, laugh.
10:02
Of course he can have a laugh. He's not related to the loons of the universe who overdosed on loon tablets.
break
The tragic seventies hair of Mrs. Wilson fell off in r.e. it was quite a laugh. She didn't need to get her old lady knickers in a twist, we were laughing with her.
Well, we would have been if she was laughing.
She's balder than uncle eddy, and he's King of the bald loons.
Does that make her the queen?
Jas' kitchen
We're having nutritional snacks (pop tarts). Yummy, not as yummy as the sex god, but definitely a close second, er, third. No, Dave the L doesn't count. Defintily they come in second.
Oh Merlin's knickers.
I think I need to go down to disco.
My room 6:30
BG stopped by today to join the cat lynching party. Angus apparently chased him and his tiny girlfriend up the street. I don't blame him. He probably though she was one of Mr. and Mrs. Next door's poodles.
He was staring at my nungas. I had half a mind to make a sudden movement and see if the would knock him out. If not him, me. I should write to an agony aunt.
I have huge nunga-nugas, what should I do?
She'd probably just tell me not to make any sudden movements so I don't knock anyone out.
9:00
Phoned Jas.
"Jas." "What?" "It's Georgia." "I know." Silence "Anything exciting happen in the time I haven't talked to you, Queen big knickers.?" Silence "Jas?" "What?" "What are you doing?" "I'm thinking."
Some days I worry that she hears the call of Planet Loon, much like Angus hears the call of the Scottish whatsits.
10:00
Libbs and the usual crowd are here. I can't sleep because scuba diving Barbie is stabbing me in the back.
Mutti came in and told me cousin James is coming over for a while on the weekend. Oh, triple merde!
He definitely hears the call of Planet Loon. And the call of incest.
*** This is my first Georgia fic, I hope I did alright. Review please, and tell me what you think. I'm sorry this is so short, but I wanted to get it posted before I forgot, because I tend to do things like that. I'll get the next chapter out ASAP, if you guys want me to.
