antimony

there is this wedding planning community on livejournal, it makes me so sick sometimes. i rarely read it, but it seems like most of the people in there are the hugest fucking whiners on earth.
"oh wahh, mommy and daddy don't want to pay for my wedding"
"my life is hard, my maid of honor is not throwing me the giantest bridal shower evar!"
"i am CONCERNEDEDED that my groomsmen's CUMMERBUNDS are not going to match my THEME"

i can't get married. period. sure, i can throw myself i little commitment ceremony to prove to the world that omg, we're committed, who knew? WOW BIG FUCKING DEAL. for serious, if(when?) it becomes legal here, i don't even care anymore what the wedding is like. we can be barefoot in the backyard with some flowers and we'll barbecue. as long as friends and family(by which i mean isa' parents and my sister) are there, i don't give a rat's ass.

to sum up: "WAHHHH, MY LIFE IS WAY HARDER THAN YOURS"

i'm just mad because kurt vonnegut died and i loved him.

now i go to eat an entire pan of brownies by myself. COMMENCE THE PITY, FOR I DESERVE IT ALL.

(note: i hope it is obvious that much of that was sarcasm. cummerbunds are SERIOUS BIZNESS)