Fuck Me.

I’m depressed. I don’t really know why.

This weekend was my bridal shower. It was great and we were spoiled, except, my dad’s sister managed to show up even though she wasn’t invited (I don’t even talk to my dad, let alone her)… but luckily she didn’t stay long. It still pissed me off though – I mean, if you didn’t get an invitation then you probably shouldn’t attend, no?

My friend Jen, who is definately a little rough around the edges, just told me she is 5 weeks pregnant. She is complete trash and doesn’t really deserve to be pregnant since the guy she is with already has two kids that he supports and can’t really afford, but anyway, I guess that is how life works, huh?

I wish I could just fall ass backwards into things.

Anyway…

One of our groomsmen is being a knob. He says he can’t get the Friday off before our wedding and therefore he will arrive at 10pm the night before our wedding. Um, no? He will be too late to pick up his tux, too late to make any necessary alterations to the tux, and he will miss the rehersal dinner. Then, he said he could arrive at 5pm, and make the rehersal dinner. No, asshole we need you to show up Friday morning so that we can ensure the tux fits and looks decent enough! It’s pissing me off.

We have had nothing but problems with our bridal party. Which reminds me that our friends suck, are selfish, and are unreliable as hell. I hate it.

And now like 50% of the population at my wedding will be knocked up, which means they’ll be sober and leaving early.

Bah.

Life sucks.