Hello there, fanfic-like chums!
For those of you who are not American, you may not get this dandy little letter at the beginning of the book and an equally hilarious glossary at the back. Feeling a bit jealous now, Europeans? Anyway, I've decided that, for everyone's benefit, this lovely little letter would be enclosed.
So! Ummm... here it is! Ta dah! Whoosh! Bang! Flash! Snap! Crackle! Pop!
The third and a half part of my diary! I hope you like it as much as Angus, Thongs + FFS, On the Bright Side, I'm Now the Girlfriend of a Sex God (I find it fascinating that in the UK, the title is It's OK, I'm Wearing Really Big Knickers! They seemed to think Americans wouldn't know what knickers were. I really love you. I really do.), and Knocked Out by My Nunga-Nungas! It actually occurs right after the first chappy in the fourth book (for any of you who have read the darling little preview for my next diary). Since I'm not quite clear on what I wrote in the fourth book yet (I normally have to read over an entry about six times to understand it - frankly, I just haven't the time), I felt I might write this lovely little half way diary to entertain myself while my naff parents are having a bit off a dance while being drunk. Oh, dear. You Americans don't know what naff means, do you?
But, because we love our American brethren, oh-so-much, we'll rag on the Europeans now for the sake of diplomacy (wouldn't want any rabid Americans pouncing on me, now would we?). So.... do you know what a wash cloth is? Apparently it is a shrunken towel that our friends across the pond use to wash their faces and whatnot. It seems a little pointless, but might come in handy when one has a spot forming on your face and you've got to scrub at it. Loo rolls just won't do the job.
So, I've said my piece. Having a good time yet?
Love you bunches!
Georgia
For those of you who are not American, you may not get this dandy little letter at the beginning of the book and an equally hilarious glossary at the back. Feeling a bit jealous now, Europeans? Anyway, I've decided that, for everyone's benefit, this lovely little letter would be enclosed.
So! Ummm... here it is! Ta dah! Whoosh! Bang! Flash! Snap! Crackle! Pop!
The third and a half part of my diary! I hope you like it as much as Angus, Thongs + FFS, On the Bright Side, I'm Now the Girlfriend of a Sex God (I find it fascinating that in the UK, the title is It's OK, I'm Wearing Really Big Knickers! They seemed to think Americans wouldn't know what knickers were. I really love you. I really do.), and Knocked Out by My Nunga-Nungas! It actually occurs right after the first chappy in the fourth book (for any of you who have read the darling little preview for my next diary). Since I'm not quite clear on what I wrote in the fourth book yet (I normally have to read over an entry about six times to understand it - frankly, I just haven't the time), I felt I might write this lovely little half way diary to entertain myself while my naff parents are having a bit off a dance while being drunk. Oh, dear. You Americans don't know what naff means, do you?
But, because we love our American brethren, oh-so-much, we'll rag on the Europeans now for the sake of diplomacy (wouldn't want any rabid Americans pouncing on me, now would we?). So.... do you know what a wash cloth is? Apparently it is a shrunken towel that our friends across the pond use to wash their faces and whatnot. It seems a little pointless, but might come in handy when one has a spot forming on your face and you've got to scrub at it. Loo rolls just won't do the job.
So, I've said my piece. Having a good time yet?
Love you bunches!
Georgia