Monday, 12 October 2009
10:43:19 PM (GMT)
I officially hate weddings, life, my brother, sister-in-law, brother's friends, my
other brother, my parents, my sister, anyone who works at my dad's office, and the DJ
at the wedding.
Life has been hectic. People are getting pissed at me for not responding to texts or
not being online or something... D;
My birthday's on Friday. But what does that matter? -_- Nothing.
So, at the wedding reception (the wedding of which I was a bride's maid in that
hideous pink dress), after the old people left and people got thoroughly drunk, the
DJ put on the worst music to dance to. AKA Low, Baby Got Back, stuff like that.
Perverted, "dance like a whore with me" songs.
I was molested on the dance floor by someone I've known my whole life. I was offered
a drink by some whore who knew I was underaged but didn't care (I took a sip and spat
it out on her). My drunken parents observed this all and didn't care. I was offered a
smoke (I took a drag and almost died on the spot). I was driven home by one of my
brother's "fuck anything that moves" friends - can you imagine how that went?
JESUS MOFO CHRIST
Save me. I am never going to a wedding again. I am not getting married, and if I do,
no alcohol. I will murder anyone who tries me. I swear. Sunday night = one of the
worst nights of my life.
Last edited: 12 October 2009