i'm not mad, i'm just disappointed.
now listen here, book i'm reading. i'm giving you until the end of this chapter before i make like a prom mama and ditch you in a dumpster behind the old gym ...
"the most exciting british novel since trainspotting," my ass, word magazine.
"blah blah blah american psycho," my ass, too.
if i wanted to listen to someone scream british slang at me in all caps, i'd just get a college sophomore fresh from a study abroad semester shifaced on jag and say the word "soccer" to him.
[or i'd leave my mom alone in a dark room with a princess diana bio pic. she tends to catch accents.]
tastes like mushrooms slathered in mushrooms.