He actually has an opinion about somethin'. Imagine that.
Figures you wait until the last damned minute to even try to be helpful. It ain't like it's you who is gettin' married or anythin', why should you bother to take more than five minutes and help me figure some of this shit out.
Must be nice knowin' all you gotta do is show up on time and get dressed.
Slap a muzzle on Margene, take her out into the woods and shoot her.
There's the catering to be dealt with, the cake people called and confirmed the wrong damned cakes and now I gotta make 'em fix it. The florist can't get ahold of the right colored daisies for my bouquet cause everyone wants 'em for Thanksgivin', I ain't got a damned clue what to do about the rehearsal dinner, my laptop has once again eaten my music files and I want to just throw my CDs at someone else and tell 'em to take care of that crud, Margene's after me to wear my hair up, Mama thinks I should wear it down...they both think I should straighten it, that bitch at the grocery store said I look like I'm puttin' on the winter ten early, my dress ain't goin' to fit right--I just know it ain't, Daddy STILL won't talk to me about nothin'...
and I'm just so tired all I want to do is sit here and cry.
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I'm about two minutes away from sayin' to hell with the whole thing and tellin' the priest he ain't needed after all.
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Figures you wait until the last damned minute to even try to be helpful. It ain't like it's you who is gettin' married or anythin', why should you bother to take more than five minutes and help me figure some of this shit out.
Must be nice knowin' all you gotta do is show up on time and get dressed.
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There's the catering to be dealt with, the cake people called and confirmed the wrong damned cakes and now I gotta make 'em fix it. The florist can't get ahold of the right colored daisies for my bouquet cause everyone wants 'em for Thanksgivin', I ain't got a damned clue what to do about the rehearsal dinner, my laptop has once again eaten my music files and I want to just throw my CDs at someone else and tell 'em to take care of that crud, Margene's after me to wear my hair up, Mama thinks I should wear it down...they both think I should straighten it, that bitch at the grocery store said I look like I'm puttin' on the winter ten early, my dress ain't goin' to fit right--I just know it ain't, Daddy STILL won't talk to me about nothin'...
and I'm just so tired all I want to do is sit here and cry.
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