goddessathena_00

i hate weddings. i love weddings. i cant wait until my wedding. i hugged the bride and i ran to find the bar. i almost caught the bouquet and realized i wasn't single, i was tackled to the ground and the pretty flowers were gone. oh well i thought, as i punched the bridesmaid in the shoulder. "great job" i tell her. i am sooo drunk i think to myself as i jump on the dance floor and start square dancing with the rest of my soon to be family members. i step all over the brides train. whoops. she did not notice. i take the grooms cowboy hat during the money dance and ask if his new wife is still on the rag, he looks down and says probably. sucky wedding night, so i gave him a 20 and told him how sorry i was. at least i was getting laid tonight. heehee. overall, a pretty good weekend. woke up sunday with a mean hangover. got a cold in the process, picked up my dog from my moms house- he was sick. now im at work, staring at the clock and blowing my runny nose. whata fuckin week, and its only monday.