One Pathetic Entry? Coming on up.
You know it's sad when (after spending EIGHT DAYS STRAIGHT at home) you find yourself making a chicken pie with your mum, watching celebrity wedding specials and weeping on TV, eating the ENTIRE pie betwen two people, and then having bridal envy watching Bridezillas and Whose Wedding Is It Anyway reruns. I swear to God, as much as I say I don't care, it doesn't worry me, things will happen when they happen, sometimes I want things so bad it physically ACHES.
(Random: Avril Lavigne & her Sum41 hubby chose "Iris" as their wedding dance song. I cried hearing that. Alot. And am not even PMS-ing.)
It was a nice, if somewhat lonely evening. But isn't it incredible that the second the boy rings me and doesn't say "I love you" on the end of the line, I turn into a snappy and grumpy bitch who feels like SCREAMING at somebody?
Bloody males. We should all just be lesbians.
Great. And now all the romantic songs are playing on my shuffle, just to spite me. "I Do" (YES I have 98o on my playlist, shutup), and now "Feels Like Home". I think I'll go and cry now.
(Random: Avril Lavigne & her Sum41 hubby chose "Iris" as their wedding dance song. I cried hearing that. Alot. And am not even PMS-ing.)
It was a nice, if somewhat lonely evening. But isn't it incredible that the second the boy rings me and doesn't say "I love you" on the end of the line, I turn into a snappy and grumpy bitch who feels like SCREAMING at somebody?
Bloody males. We should all just be lesbians.
Great. And now all the romantic songs are playing on my shuffle, just to spite me. "I Do" (YES I have 98o on my playlist, shutup), and now "Feels Like Home". I think I'll go and cry now.