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January 4th, 2009

dreiser: (She-Ra: Help!)
Sunday, January 4th, 2009 07:02 pm
I'm sick yet again. 24 flu or something and I'm wonked out on cold meds watching tv. For some reason I decided it would be great to watch the wedding marathon on We of all things which is a channel I never watch since it's all about girly stuff and I'm the least girly girl you'll ever find. I'm on maybe hour four of watching Bridezilla marathon and I'm baffled by it.

These women are so bitchy and entitled and selfish, how the fuck do they get men to propose to them? One of them forced her guy to do it though. He gave her a random ring for Christmas and she kept needling him about it really being an engagement ring until he finally gave in and said that it was.

Duuuude. That's all kinds of wrong.

Strangely enough, I'm trying in my sickness addled mind to figure out timeline of when Bianca and Reese would move in together in my fanfic. I think it should maybe be around Christmas, before Bianca goes back to Pine Valley when Zach and Greenlee are rescued from that big pit in the wilderness or whatever they were stuck inside together. That means Reese is by herself for the holidays though. Suck ass! I'm figuring Bianca technically goes to visit after Christmas day. Maybe the 27th she flies out? I dunno.

Now Rich Bride, Poor Bride is on. You know, I want equal rights for myself and my fellow gays but part of me is glad I can't get roped into a wedding because I live in Missouri and all the women I've ever dated are extremely practical and don't want children like me. I'm amused by those chapels in Vegas though. The drive through wedding ones? They appeal to me for some reason.

And I just got another PM. What the fuck? My fanfic is not like your diabetes meds that you'll die without. People need to calm the fuck down before I puke on my keyboard. Nooo, my lovely flat iMac keyboard. I love you more than most humans. I cannot puke on you.

That's a big ass wedding cake they're picking out.
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