Saturday, April 4, 2015

Chapter 4: Easter Fucking Sunday Eve

   God, I have been so fucking ill since Psalm Sunday. I don't know if you and I have discussed this, but I hold zero religious beliefs so just because I pointed out Psalm Sunday don't think that in any way that I am religious. It's just my luck that starting then and until now (Easter Weekend) that I would become ill at my new job. The photo below depicts how Tony and I will be feeling tomorrow at Dennys on Easter fucking Sunday. I hope to god I do not get sick at work tomorrow. I almost did today but tomorrow its more likely to actually do it.


I have had so many fucking people ask me if I am pregnant that I just want to scream "Go Piss on yourself" at them in my best British accent, but I can't. So I don't come off as a jerk I just look down and shake my head no as my response to such a question. I am twenty three years young. Last thing on my mind right now is being a mommy. I don't think I would make a good Mother personally. Not that my Mother was horrendous, but I definitely was not her favorite. I look too much like my biological father. How can you love a face looking back at you that matched your abusers face almost to a perfect T except more femenistic.  I don't know if I was her that I would have been able to do it either. Anyway I don't think I will be much better.


 I do however kinda have some news though. My boyfriend and I are taking the next step in our four year relationship and moving to engaged status =) we have not make it completely known to everyone yet, but its not like its going to be much of a surprise we're constantly up another's butts anyway. Our rings are just gorgeous. Here is a photo of mine. Hunny bun's has to be sent back and resized unfortunately.


 



I am so totally excited to start my DIY stuff for our "wedding" its going to mostly be a reception for all our friends and family at a halfway point between here and french lick that we most likely we be completely paying for.  I am still excited though. I'm ready to be able to call Tony my husband.






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