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[impy]

...I spent the last two hours shopping for Cass, for her wedding favors. At the last minute I realize that her evil plan will not work. Not a thank you was uttered for the waste of my time, and instead it was hinted madly that maybe I should be planning her bridal shower. Yeah, the last I checked, she was attempting to plan it. Really, what should I bother with? Meh. I'm in a funk right now and it's not helping that I peeked at friend #2 who's getting married next month, and her registry is pretty much picked over. I'm a little upset I can't swing a way to go to that wedding, and also, since I'm not exactly C&M's biggest 'shipper, their wedding makes me cranky enough as is. Still, I throw myself on the altar of humiliation nation and email the other two chiquitas planning the party. We'll see if either replies. More importantly, we'll see if either has a plan. Being horribly anti-social means that having me plan a party is just plain stupid. Though I'm handy with a list. And freaking out about stuff. Very, very good about that.

*curls up in a ball*