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Monday, March 29, 2010

Bike Bitch


I got a bike! I tooked her from my aunt Sandy. Her name is Virginia and she is a Raleigh. We are madly in love.


I ate everything in the house last night. MARVELOUS.


Shasta wants to know your opinion on senior citizens.


-Georgia.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Canvas Fail


George couldn't blog yesterday. The internet in La Cancan was out. Sorry.

I met my brother's girlfriend today. She is pretty, nice, the whole deal. The real test will be dinner with my cousins. Good luck, girl.

I was supossed to go door to door today with the center. I have allergies or something, and couldn't move out of bed. Don't cry for me, Argentina. I'll go next month.
I purchased chola jeans. photos will appear soon.

-Georgia.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Blog Bitch

Georgia and I have decided that 'blog bitch' is the proper term for blogging women. So, she is a blog bitch considering that I am theoretically a man.
Today was another convention day.it wasn't very exciting or... Realistic even. My father ordered my birthday present. Milo and I were watching TV. A KFC commercial came on and he announced that he "Wants that combo!". After this declaration of fried chicken, he got up and left.
I walked Georgia down the sttreet. She ditched me. As my sister and I drove down the freeway, Def Leopard came on with "pour some sugar on me." she was more than excited. Some creepy guy driving next to us saw her bodacious dance moves and decided to blow a kiss and stare at us through the window... "I'm hot, sticky and sweet.." will never mean the same thing to me again..

George

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Chili Cheese Tots

We have one request for the upcoming year: WE WANT TATER TOTS. We (Chell, George, myself) want tots to be sold at school. Forget about tampons or desks. We. Want. TOTS.

I rode a bike for the first time today and LOVED it. It's so cool. Just straight up cool. I was wearing a plaid shirt, so I sort of looked like a beaner. Some guy I went to middle school recognized me. I've never said one word to him and he remembered me. That's the power of face.

George and I have started krumping at lunch. We only have sone move, but we're working on it.

-Georgia.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

My "significant other" went curling. Shasta asked if Georgia knew what an asylum was.The candidates for president and vice handed out tampons and pads. They said "always here for you in your time of need."I need a new notebook.My 7 year old brother said "dope". He also drew "a pig with its head cut off."Sounds like a good day to me.
George Ficus

Monday, March 22, 2010

The delegates have been chosen.


Today was a very exciting day for the Ficus'ssssss.


1. It is convention week. BIG FREAKIN DEAL. Someone nominated me twice for some shitty positions I didn't want...TWICE. I lost, but I heard I did pretty well in the voting. At least i got to compete with George's sister.

George and myself are delegates for our respective delegations. At least I won something. My delegation isn't very spirited. I yelled at them. I get shit done right.

2. In Spanish, I was drawing something profane on George's binder. He hit my with ninja like reflexes. God damn.

Every day, Shasta confuses me a little more. She was singing and touching my leg today. Also, she's having a party. Here's the invitation.

TO: World.
FROM: Shasta.
WHERE: Castle in the sky.

Isn't she cute?

I got a bruise on my left knee. No, it's not from sports. Do I look like I play sports? Come on, now. It's from a meeting with Kip on Satur'sday. I didn't even bump into anything. I'm just retarded and clumsy. Mrs. Van said I am graceful, though. Different strokes...

I just noticed. The font I am using is called Georgia. Meant to be...
-Miss Georgia Ficus.


Sunday, March 21, 2010

We don't blog on Sundays

Sunday is not our day to talk. Being the heretics we are, we prefer to blog on weekdays. We also have joint custody of the blog.

Georgia's Blog Days: Monday, Wednesday, Saturday.
George's Blog Days: Tuesday, Thursday, Friday.

The Blunt Truth for Dumb people

Fuck you. Fuck you for everything that you said or didn't say, did or didn't do, meant or didn't mean. We weren't all that bad, and neither were you in the beginning. We liked you. We put up with you. Sure, we messed up too, but we apologized. We tried to fix it. We really tried to make it work. What did you do? Really, what did YOU do for us?At least we've got each other, George.
-Georgia.

A Brief History of the Ficuses

Once upon a time, about one and a half years ago, Georgia Ficus woke up late. She scrambled to get dressed and ready for summer school. She ran up the hill to get to school, but she was late. She walked into a full classroom with no empty seats, except for one. She quickly walked to the aisle seat and tripped. She fixed herself up and sat down next to George Ficus. "Graceful," he remarked. That, my friends, was the beginning. Throughout the years, the Ficuses have had fun, laughs, lust, pain, fear, boredom and icee's. They are eager to share their daily lives with all of you. Thank you for reading.
Rave on.

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Georgia and George Ficus have a long history together. We would like to share our lives with the world of bloggers. ENJOY WORLD. Love, George and Georgia Ficus