I never speak lightly of murder, I don't like to tempt fate.
What is it about weddings that just seems to bring out the worst in relationships? Stacy has ditched the wedding because she needs to "Find herself" WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN!?!?!? It was the most vague letter ever written. It might as well just said Fuck You. Then there was my whole bridal shower fiasco with my sister. This whole thing has been really trying. And I'm not a person who just avoids fighting with people, or just keeps my mouth shut in order to keep everyone happy. Screw that. I'm just emotionally taxed. After this is all over, I should just lock myself up in a room for a few days so I can get my head back together. Then there's my job. I'm sick of no hours, pretty soon I'm going to have to get a second job. Derek said, oh well, everyone is looking for hours. What about Jeff who lives at home with his parents? I have fucking bills to pay. I could use his hours. And Derek is salary, so I don't even want to hear it. Okay enough bitching, but I had to aim it somewhere. I don't have anywhere else to spew it all at right now.