And suddenly, I feel all scared. It should’ve come early. But, it is. Now.
Lots and lots of dirty and bad thought swiveling and swelling in my head.
Of how many of our friends are getting married in the same month with us.
Plus, we get to go to the last –translation, closure of the parade.
People expect things. Oh, screw people. I expect things. Great things.
Tension?! Damn skippy, it is!
Seeing friends got their wedding photos being published, give tension. *note : make up, wardrobe, venues*
Seeing friends got their wedding invitation, makes my invitation looks like crap.
Although, in the end, ANY invitations are rubbish, to most people.
Wtvr. I need some sleep.