Jun 26, 2011 00:06
I planned on sleeping until at least noon but ended up forced to go to a brunch at 9:30. A brunch that turned into a blind date. I may or may not have been signed over into an arranged marriage. I wasn't awake enough to pay any attention and I didn't much care about it either way anyway.
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And ask my mum if I'm engaged on your way up, yeah?
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I mean, what the ever-loving fuck hell?
Has your mum lost her marbles?
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Everyone was speaking in French. You know how bad I am at French. I could just have been wearing a particularly charming hat.
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I can't have you being married off to some crazy French lady with terrible taste in hats.
(Sorry, but it had to be said.)
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And I resent that. I have killer taste in hats.
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The first step is admitting you have a problem and since you're not ready to do that, I am afraid this conversation is going to go nowhere.
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You're deranged. I try to look past it because I'm a good friend, but sometimes it's hard.
Also, come save me. Linney's planning my wedding. There will be teal and periwinkle (what color is that again? Is it the blueish one?)
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Fine. I'm always saving your arse, aren't I? I'm going to start charging soon. But I'll give you a discount due to the whole friendship thing.
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You're welcome.
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See. This conversation is just going in circles.
I'm coming to kidnap you.
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