Confessional

Warning: nasty, rude confessional ahead.

I am a blatant, sad little, bridezillaish bitch.
And I feel terribly alone.
I know the boy is there and he is my soulmate and he is lovely but really what good is a soulmate when they are stuck in a far away sunny land?
I wish we were still living together so that I wouldn't appear as crazy as I appear now/
When the boy and I were in the same house, all my craziness got spent within the house and I appeared normal and pretty put together when meeting the outside world.
With no boy now, I am snappish and bitchy and will bite anybody's head who dares to be condescending to me
Things People are not allowed to tell me anymore
"You need to decide this fast because if you want me to be part of the wedding, I need to know now."
"That's a bizarre color you are choosing"
"Whatever. I don't care. But I think that is crap."

Listen, rogues and wenches:
It is MY wedding.
And when I am all done planing and organizing it, I will let you know if I need you to be part of the wedding colors or not.
Keep your anal retentive, analyzing nature at home and just do what you are told.

And for crap's sake, if you have better ideas, please ... be my guest and spend unpaid hours everyday researching flowers, food, colours and associated rubbish and send me your bloody template.
Please, I dare you