Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers
More Mad, Marvy Confessions of Georgia Nicolson
saturday may 7th
10:05 a.m.
Sun shining like a big yellow shining . . . er, warmey planet on fire thing.
Yesssssssss!
I am quite literally not wandering lonely as a clud, in fact I am treading lightly in the Universe of the Very Nearly Quite Happy.
10:10 a.m.
Something full of miraculosity has happened. My vati, world renowned fool and paid up member of the Big Twit club, has for once in his entire life accidentally done something good. We are going to Hamburger-a-gogo land in two weeks! Honestly.
And guess who is there already? Besides a lot of people in huge psychedelic shorts and that bloke who is half chicken, half colonel. Ill tell you who is there, the Luuurve God is there!!! Masimo, the Italian stallion has gone to visit his olds, leaving me, his new, lurker-free nearly girlfriend back here in Billy Shakespeare land. So he thinks! Imagine how thrilled he will be when I pop up and say Howdy! Or whatever it is they say over there.
Let the overseas Snog Fest ...
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