How could you make me?

Cheesy songs. Bad headache. Random moment of spazzing out. Being grumpy (she swears my scowl scares her and would probably scare the mister future prospective).

That sums my day up, really.

I swear the next person who asks me if I am going to the Chelsea match is going to die.

Eh, what else?

Oh yeah, working on the playlist. Woman, I promise there is NO Magic Rainbow. I am NOT crazy.

Will be away again until Monday.

I just wish this damn wedding was over and done with. Yes, I am miserably bitter about the whole thing because my freedom is confined to doing things related to the wedding and nothing else.

She is right, my grumpiness scares people. Even myself.
Let go and overdose on some happy pills.