Dad had Uncle Eddie round, so naturally they had to come and see what I was up to. I am bursting with womanhood, I wear a bra! Mum can balance things on hers when her hands are full—at parties, and so on, she can have a sandwich and drink and save a snack for later by putting it on her shelf. I would like a proper amount of breastiness but not go too far with it, like Melanie Andrews, for instance. I got the most awful shock in the showers after hockey last term.
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Not a bad beginning-of-the-year pick-me-up. There are times when I just HAVE to read something to perk me up, something light and silly and mindless. Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging never takes itself seriously or tries to teach some kind of moral lesson. Instead, its only aim is to provide tons of fun; and the book succeeds at it every time I read it. Wednesday, December 2nd. Dashing out of the house, Jas and I almost fell into Mark, waiting by the corner.
Jas big pal said she had to run to her house first and she would see me at school. I went a bit red and walked on with him walking beside me. He said, "Have you got a boyfriend?
What is the right answer to that question? I tell you what the right answer is He really did have the biggest gob [mouth:] I have ever seen. Just for a second, before he turned and went off to school. What does it mean when a boy rests his hand on your breast? Does it mean he has a megahorn? Or was his hand just tired?
Why am I even thinking about this? No sign of Mark the breast molester when I got home, thank goodness. Still, you would think if a boy rests his hand on your breast he might bother to see you sometime. Got dressed in short skirt, then me and Jas walked up and down to the main road. We wanted to see how many cars with boys in them hooted at us. We had to walk up and down for four hours
Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging