I have my own demons. Currently, it’s held up in a trunk that I am sitting on to prevent it from getting loose. A few feet away from me, there is a huge pile of keys. One of those will lock the trunk. The damn demons keep moving and shaking the trunk so I can’t leave it. After awhile, it stops shaking. I sit there and wonder if I should make a dash and grab the keys. I decide to go for it and unfortunately the demons have broken out.
I scramble to put them back in the box…
Yesterday, I was having a conversation with my friend Matt. I was very tired. Here are some memorable things that I had said:
What I said: “My norbor moved out.”
Translation: “My next door neighbor moved out.”
What I said: “I don’t like deep thonking books.”
Translation: “I don’t like deep thinking/thought books.”
What I said: “I like ass cooking movies.”
Translation: “I like ass kicking movies.”
Yea, I say funny things when I’m tired.
I’m so sick of hearing “It’s the Bride’s Day.” The hell it is! It’s the bride’s AND groom’s day.
I am the anti-bride. I don’t care for half the planning shit. Flowers? eh. Don’t care what colors/kind/look like (except I don’t want predominately white, want some color). Hell, if my fiancee hadn’t told me he wanted some blue in the flowers, I would have told the florist “Make it fun and colorful yet simple.”
Did I mention I originally wasn’t plan on wearing a veil? My fiancee told me to. So I am.
I expect my fiancee to help me plan the wedding and have his input. I don’t have a preference.
It could be because I don’t want to spend a lot of money. But to be honest, I would have just preferred to elope on a beach. Unfortunately, because I’m Asian and I come from a family-oriented type of family, that shit ain’t happening.
I hate to say it, but our wedding is merely about us, it’s about family and putting on a spectacle.
Bleh! I say! Bleh!