Behold as I finally succumb to guilt and look at bridesmaid dresses. Again. Sigh. I'm thinking I'd rather gouge my eyes out with a spork than go through this again, but perhaps not. It's just... meh. MEH. Now, to actually do something about losing ten pounds, or shall I just sit here pondering the possibility? I wouldn't mind the second go round of dress shopping if I weren't fairly certain I gained weight since Ari's wedding and the dress and I had issues by the end of the night. So. Yes, the thought of going back to the scene of the crime makes me twitchy.
Fuckity fuck.
But if I ever see or hear the phrase, "I seen" I'll kill someone. Fuckwits.
Obviously, I am in a spectacular mood.
Fuckity fuck.
But if I ever see or hear the phrase, "I seen" I'll kill someone. Fuckwits.
Obviously, I am in a spectacular mood.