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Feb. 12 3:00 p.m.
Stopped over at ma stupide amie Jas's house. I've been mourning Robbie's departure and er...celebrating
Dave's snogging skills. However, Dave and his mates were off today, so Jas and I were to meet the Ace
Gang at Churchill Square.
She was in her enormous knickers when I burst on in. Honestly, they were HUGE. If I had been wearing
them, my conk would have been dwarfed in comparisson!
"Jas, how ever to you shove those knickers into your pants?" I asked, laughing like a loon at a loon party.
She looked at me, all drippy like, and said, "Georgia, they're comfy! I'd rather wear these then thongs that
creep up my bum!"
That set me off again. "Jas, I swear! You're a mindless prat! Today, when we're at Churchill Square, I'll
buy you some normal-sized knickers!"
Then she got all shirty and pouty. Oh, well!
8:28 p.m.
Just returned from my shopping expedition. Rosie ran up to us, yelling like a loon on er...loon tablets.
She's been happy, happy, HAPPY since Sven returned early. Sven must have been happy, happy,
HAPPY to see her as well, as she had an impressive love-bite on her neck. She was trying to cover it
up, but didn't really succeed.
Anyways, we walked about. I bought some red lippy that says it will "stay put for 24 hours" meaning
"have a gorgey snog-fest without getting lippy all over your Sex-God or Dave the Laugh or whoever else
your red-bottom makes you snog because you've got the cosmic horn." Then, I bought Jas some white
knickers that were teensy tiny. She tried them on in a dressing room, and came out looking all...stupid.
"I feel like I'm in my nuddy-pants!" she whispered.
"Jas, you are wearing jeans, so you can't be in your nuddy pants. It's impossible. Besides, you ought
to be thanking me now. So, say 'Thank you Gerogia, my wonderful pal, who is prettier, and sexier, and
better at snogging than I am.' Go on, do it!"
Jas got all twitchy. "Oh, erm, uh...thanks."
9:02 p.m.
Doing yoga. Ohm. I'm sooo relaxed. The only way to become more relaxed would be for me to free
my nunga-nungas. Or perhaps to slip on my nuddy-pants. Hahahaha! Ohm.
9:04
Set my nunga's free. Honestly, they sort of ooze now. Forget about being relaxed! I'm having a nervy
b, because my nungas are jiggly, and oozy, and well...enormus. Why must I have Mutti for a mum?
Why couldn't I have a normal sized mum who actually remembers to bring home food, and cares if
I have clothes that are wearable, and doesn't hide her makeup and purses from me?
10:32 p.m.
Ugh, Libby just ran in. She's got a new "mate" named "Ms. Floppy" which is a limp, smelly old
sausage from breakfast. I had to give Ms. Floppy a kiss before Libby ran off to bed. Unfortunately,
Libs wasn't pleased with the fact that I gagged after my sausage snogging expierience, so she smacked
Ms. Floppy against my nunga-nungas. Marvelous. The first person I get to number eight with is an old
sausage.
Feb. 14 3:51 p.m.
Cor! Nippy noodles out today! Hitler in a Skirt (a.k.a Miss Stamps) made us run about outside.
Suprisingly, Hawkeye couldn't find a reason to yell at me today. The Ace Gang and I all got each other
little gifts for Valentine's Day. I got Jas red knickers with white hearts on them. Hahahaha. She gave
me a heart-shaped chocolate. Très oringinale, nincompoop! I got everyone else cards and lippy. It was
cheap lippy, but really now!
Jools gave me socks with hearts on them. Ellen gave me an odd flower. And Rosie, well, I believe Sven
has started to rub off on her. She gave me knickers! She gave me normal ones that said "Goddess" on them,
but she gave me a thong as well. Her card said." Wear these when you feel like going to a 10!" She's rather mad.
Rosie said Sven gave her a hat he made himself out of a paper bag and faux fur. She gave him new
knitting needles. Poor Rosie. So dim. So loony. Jas was all drippy because Tom gave her a new charm
for her bracelet, and SURPRISE! It's a dolphin. Loonier than loons on loon tablets at a loon party, I tell you.
There was a message on the answering machine when I arrived at my empty house. I played it, and
Robbie's voice filled the air. I went jelloid on the spot.
"Hey, gorgeous. I miss you like mad! I've sent you a gift, it should be coming soon. I'm calling later tonite,
so make sure you're home aroung 9:00. I love you, my fab snog girl."
I absolutely MELTED! God, oh God, oh Goddy God GOD!
6:32 p.m.
Mutti and Vati are "going out" and Libby is over at her friend "Snot-Glob's" house. Well, Libby says her
friend is named "Snot-Glob". I was prepared for my Robbie call, and actually put the thong on. Très sexy,
even if it did creep up my bum. I figure I can just pick at it, and now I can tell Rosie I wore it. Gah, there's
the door, and of COURSE, Mutti is too busy put lippy on to answer it. Vati can't be trusted to open the
door. Honestly, if there was to be a book written about his life it would be titled Loonleader Goes Loony
at Loon Party with Loony Wife Who Has Loony Nunga-Nungas. Or something to that effect.
8:20 p.m.
Oh, GODDY GOD GOD! It was Dave! And he brought me a rose, some chocolate, and snogged the
living daylights out of me! Mutti and Vati left, and they thought Dave did, too. He really hid in the bushes
and I let him back in. AND...DAVE AND I GOT TO NUMBER 8! That was the fabbity-fab part. The
bad part was when the thong rode up, I plucked it and Dave saw.
"Georgia, haven't you got any repspectable knickers?" he smiled, while I blushed.
"Er...these...are, well, um...," my voice trailed off.
"Tomorrow we'll go knicker shopping," she said, snogged me again, and was gone. Merde.
Feb. 12 3:00 p.m.
Stopped over at ma stupide amie Jas's house. I've been mourning Robbie's departure and er...celebrating
Dave's snogging skills. However, Dave and his mates were off today, so Jas and I were to meet the Ace
Gang at Churchill Square.
She was in her enormous knickers when I burst on in. Honestly, they were HUGE. If I had been wearing
them, my conk would have been dwarfed in comparisson!
"Jas, how ever to you shove those knickers into your pants?" I asked, laughing like a loon at a loon party.
She looked at me, all drippy like, and said, "Georgia, they're comfy! I'd rather wear these then thongs that
creep up my bum!"
That set me off again. "Jas, I swear! You're a mindless prat! Today, when we're at Churchill Square, I'll
buy you some normal-sized knickers!"
Then she got all shirty and pouty. Oh, well!
8:28 p.m.
Just returned from my shopping expedition. Rosie ran up to us, yelling like a loon on er...loon tablets.
She's been happy, happy, HAPPY since Sven returned early. Sven must have been happy, happy,
HAPPY to see her as well, as she had an impressive love-bite on her neck. She was trying to cover it
up, but didn't really succeed.
Anyways, we walked about. I bought some red lippy that says it will "stay put for 24 hours" meaning
"have a gorgey snog-fest without getting lippy all over your Sex-God or Dave the Laugh or whoever else
your red-bottom makes you snog because you've got the cosmic horn." Then, I bought Jas some white
knickers that were teensy tiny. She tried them on in a dressing room, and came out looking all...stupid.
"I feel like I'm in my nuddy-pants!" she whispered.
"Jas, you are wearing jeans, so you can't be in your nuddy pants. It's impossible. Besides, you ought
to be thanking me now. So, say 'Thank you Gerogia, my wonderful pal, who is prettier, and sexier, and
better at snogging than I am.' Go on, do it!"
Jas got all twitchy. "Oh, erm, uh...thanks."
9:02 p.m.
Doing yoga. Ohm. I'm sooo relaxed. The only way to become more relaxed would be for me to free
my nunga-nungas. Or perhaps to slip on my nuddy-pants. Hahahaha! Ohm.
9:04
Set my nunga's free. Honestly, they sort of ooze now. Forget about being relaxed! I'm having a nervy
b, because my nungas are jiggly, and oozy, and well...enormus. Why must I have Mutti for a mum?
Why couldn't I have a normal sized mum who actually remembers to bring home food, and cares if
I have clothes that are wearable, and doesn't hide her makeup and purses from me?
10:32 p.m.
Ugh, Libby just ran in. She's got a new "mate" named "Ms. Floppy" which is a limp, smelly old
sausage from breakfast. I had to give Ms. Floppy a kiss before Libby ran off to bed. Unfortunately,
Libs wasn't pleased with the fact that I gagged after my sausage snogging expierience, so she smacked
Ms. Floppy against my nunga-nungas. Marvelous. The first person I get to number eight with is an old
sausage.
Feb. 14 3:51 p.m.
Cor! Nippy noodles out today! Hitler in a Skirt (a.k.a Miss Stamps) made us run about outside.
Suprisingly, Hawkeye couldn't find a reason to yell at me today. The Ace Gang and I all got each other
little gifts for Valentine's Day. I got Jas red knickers with white hearts on them. Hahahaha. She gave
me a heart-shaped chocolate. Très oringinale, nincompoop! I got everyone else cards and lippy. It was
cheap lippy, but really now!
Jools gave me socks with hearts on them. Ellen gave me an odd flower. And Rosie, well, I believe Sven
has started to rub off on her. She gave me knickers! She gave me normal ones that said "Goddess" on them,
but she gave me a thong as well. Her card said." Wear these when you feel like going to a 10!" She's rather mad.
Rosie said Sven gave her a hat he made himself out of a paper bag and faux fur. She gave him new
knitting needles. Poor Rosie. So dim. So loony. Jas was all drippy because Tom gave her a new charm
for her bracelet, and SURPRISE! It's a dolphin. Loonier than loons on loon tablets at a loon party, I tell you.
There was a message on the answering machine when I arrived at my empty house. I played it, and
Robbie's voice filled the air. I went jelloid on the spot.
"Hey, gorgeous. I miss you like mad! I've sent you a gift, it should be coming soon. I'm calling later tonite,
so make sure you're home aroung 9:00. I love you, my fab snog girl."
I absolutely MELTED! God, oh God, oh Goddy God GOD!
6:32 p.m.
Mutti and Vati are "going out" and Libby is over at her friend "Snot-Glob's" house. Well, Libby says her
friend is named "Snot-Glob". I was prepared for my Robbie call, and actually put the thong on. Très sexy,
even if it did creep up my bum. I figure I can just pick at it, and now I can tell Rosie I wore it. Gah, there's
the door, and of COURSE, Mutti is too busy put lippy on to answer it. Vati can't be trusted to open the
door. Honestly, if there was to be a book written about his life it would be titled Loonleader Goes Loony
at Loon Party with Loony Wife Who Has Loony Nunga-Nungas. Or something to that effect.
8:20 p.m.
Oh, GODDY GOD GOD! It was Dave! And he brought me a rose, some chocolate, and snogged the
living daylights out of me! Mutti and Vati left, and they thought Dave did, too. He really hid in the bushes
and I let him back in. AND...DAVE AND I GOT TO NUMBER 8! That was the fabbity-fab part. The
bad part was when the thong rode up, I plucked it and Dave saw.
"Georgia, haven't you got any repspectable knickers?" he smiled, while I blushed.
"Er...these...are, well, um...," my voice trailed off.
"Tomorrow we'll go knicker shopping," she said, snogged me again, and was gone. Merde.