Wedding phobia
Monday, March 29, 2010
So, I thought there was something wrong with me when I didnt seem to be one of those brides that was uber stressed about her wedding and all the little details...but it seems that perhaps now I am boarding that train, and its taking me to crazy town.
Firstly, the invitiations are going well, thats a nice thing at least. My dress is on its way in the mail, but my mother is ramming my ass about me not being able to gain an OUNCE of weight, but I can garentee you that my ass gained TEN LBS since last August. Yeah its disgusting, I keep getting larger. Fml. I also raped my foot in September which took me four whole months to get over (still am not 100%, and wont be until I get it operated on, which, oh yeah, I haven't even got a surgeon appointment yet! YEAH! fucking a-holes.)
Secondly, I am having bridesmaid issues. Or... MOH issues. I'm starting to feel like I need to remind her, that FIVE MONTHS FROM NOW I'M GONNA BE MRS. ADAM AND THERES MAD SHIT TO DO AND I CANT DO IT ALONE. I also can't expect the other girls to pick up on the projects and responsibilities of her, and not get the credit. I also love her to death, and know that she must be up to her eye balls in retardedness to be ignoring me and not taking my obsessive explosive facebook messages, texts and wall posts seriously.
The one thing I do know is, I'm getting married ONCE. Thats it. I don't care, after what I've went through on this wedding, I don't ever want to plan another one again. Hell, don't ask me to be in your wedding, that shit is wack.
But I do know, that for Adam and I, for my parents and his, for our families, this is one of the most important experiences of our lives. I'm marrying my best friend, my partner in crime, and I want it to be perfect. But I can't do perfect when my moh is ignoring me, my mother is calling me fat, and my god damn accomodation dude is overcharging me for shit I didn't agree too.
If these people aren't careful. I'll go samurai on their ass. Just saying.
I knew I shouldda just got married overseas like I had planned. At least there'd be tequila at my disposal. Thanks mom.
Boo-urns.
Firstly, the invitiations are going well, thats a nice thing at least. My dress is on its way in the mail, but my mother is ramming my ass about me not being able to gain an OUNCE of weight, but I can garentee you that my ass gained TEN LBS since last August. Yeah its disgusting, I keep getting larger. Fml. I also raped my foot in September which took me four whole months to get over (still am not 100%, and wont be until I get it operated on, which, oh yeah, I haven't even got a surgeon appointment yet! YEAH! fucking a-holes.)
Secondly, I am having bridesmaid issues. Or... MOH issues. I'm starting to feel like I need to remind her, that FIVE MONTHS FROM NOW I'M GONNA BE MRS. ADAM AND THERES MAD SHIT TO DO AND I CANT DO IT ALONE. I also can't expect the other girls to pick up on the projects and responsibilities of her, and not get the credit. I also love her to death, and know that she must be up to her eye balls in retardedness to be ignoring me and not taking my obsessive explosive facebook messages, texts and wall posts seriously.
The one thing I do know is, I'm getting married ONCE. Thats it. I don't care, after what I've went through on this wedding, I don't ever want to plan another one again. Hell, don't ask me to be in your wedding, that shit is wack.
But I do know, that for Adam and I, for my parents and his, for our families, this is one of the most important experiences of our lives. I'm marrying my best friend, my partner in crime, and I want it to be perfect. But I can't do perfect when my moh is ignoring me, my mother is calling me fat, and my god damn accomodation dude is overcharging me for shit I didn't agree too.
If these people aren't careful. I'll go samurai on their ass. Just saying.
I knew I shouldda just got married overseas like I had planned. At least there'd be tequila at my disposal. Thanks mom.
Boo-urns.
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