I never post as often as I'd like to. Hell, I forget I have various Blog spots throughout the internet. It's only when I stumble upon them a year or more after my last post that I'm like, "hey, Self. You should start Blogging again." Then I do and forget all about it again. But... here goes.
I'm planning my wedding. What's really funny is, I never intended it to be big or anything. Everyone wants to be involved, have a job, blah blah blah blah blah. I'm going from "small wedding" to "big wedding" because I have to invite everyone under the sun and I have to give them jobs to do. Apparently having someone just fucking sit there isn't good enough, they have to serve food, sing, control something in order to feel like they're actually a part of this wedding thing. My friends are in my wedding, and my family is pissed. My sisters are in the wedding, and it's not good enough for my grandma. I'd LOVE to just go to a JP and get it over with, but I wouldn't be able to live with the fact that I gave up something I really wanted simply because my family stressed me out too much.
Honestly, I just want to enjoy myself. But, this isn't about me anymore. I guess it never was.
