As everyone knows who knows me and has been able to catch me in my extremely minimal spare time, I am totally in love with SGNP. Which is lucky because SGNP is totally in love with me. We are moving in together this month. Found a cute place right next to Garfield High School, but safer than the last place I lived near Garfield High School.
Anyhoo, So I'm moving again. Which is insane. I hate moving and basically end up having a nervous breakdown everytime I do it. I cry. I get depressed. I get sick. I become profoundly irrational, blah blah blah. So SGNP is securing movers for me so when I have my breakdown I won't be carrying anything heavy.
But here's something crazy. I'm beginning to think that having a wedding is the stupidest thing I've ever conceived of. I want to marry Paul. In front of everybody, but the logistics are getting worse and worse and worse. Invitations, flowers, space, booze, food, clothes. Honestly. I've never even planned a birthday party, so I have NO idea what the hell I'm doing. I can't even comprehend things like favors and stuff, so that's just not gonna happen. I need to hire people to set up and then clean up afterwards. How do you do that? I ask myself. I don't want any of my friends (who are excellent at this kind of thing) to do it, because I want them to just be there and be happy.
This is retarded. What the hell did I get myself into.
I love the movie Ford Fairlane. I loved Andrew Dice Clay. I can't explain it other than to say I was just happy as hell to have someone to identify with. Because, are you sitting down, I have bad thoughts. All. The. Time. I think bad things about nice people. Sometimes when I see a cute dog I want to pet it. Sometimes, however, I wonder how it would taste barbecued. Same with babies. Mmmmm babies. I do wonder what people taste like. According to experts, we taste like pork. Big frickin surprise there. So there's something immensly gratifying about Ford Fairlane constantly saying "Shut up Stupid." to the pretty girl who he's supposed to be helping out of some obtuse jam.
It just makes me feel all cozy and warm inside. Like I'm loved by some fragment of the Universe. That while I'm not one of a kind. I am special. Very very special.
*sigh*
*hmmm*
What the fuck are you looking at, stupid?