How the hell did I get here?
I am sitting in my living room with empty boxes from early wedding gifts around me, slightly drunk. It's two fifteen in the fucking morning. I am getting married in 10 days, one registry delightedly informs me. jesus. how the fuck did I end up here, drunk and singing to Defying Gravity and I think it's only just now hit me that I'm getting married to the boy who got up not an hour an a hlaf ago to say hi when I got in, scratching his ass all the while. I might have made that up. I am drunk. good thing we have recieved so many gifts pertaining to the imbibing of alcohol. This can be a regular occurence..... I think i spelled that wrong ooof. i woiuld spell check, but I think this will be more embarrassing when I read this at a (much) later date.... off to drunkenly print up the programs.... heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee
And that, alcoholic readers, is all. *hic*
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*Hic* are you mocking me? I suspect that you are.... grrrrrrrrrrr!
No, it's just this stupid auto responder thingy. All you have to do to foil them is go into blogger and change your settings on comments, I forget exactly what it is but if you just go to your preferences I'm sure you'll figure it out. My blog started getting bunches of these, it's just people trying to increase traffic to their site.
P.S. I keep thinking that I will call you to see how you're doing, but then I get scared of the Bridezilla. I think I'll just wait till it's over to congratulate you.
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