Z o r bl o g

I can't express in words how much I despise weddings.

But I wish I was at one today. About a year ago, the bride (who I was very good friends with in high school) invited me to hers. Out of the blue. Via e-mail. This in itself is OK.

There's a reason why I hadn't spoken to this skank for years. She went out with my bf, while he and I were still going out! It doesn't matter that said bf was that despicable asshat, the point is, friends don't date friends' boyfriends. The only reason this bitch invited me is to rub her happiness into my single and bitter face. I sent her fiancé my complete and sincere condolences to be saddled with a fuckbat like her.

Knowing her, it would be this extremely expensive affair, with all the bells and whistles money can buy, and then some. Undoubtedly, she'd be a Bridezilla, nerotically bullying everyone to ensure a perfect day.

In hindsight, (which is always 20/20, of course) I would have loved to crash her wedding, wearing head to toe fetish gear, with a hot badass guy to keep me company and to give a blowjob to in the middle of the ceremony, and some rockin' tunes to blast at the reception.

Too late for that now. Feh.

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...and this entry has nothing to do with the fuerthlinda, to whom congratulations are in order...