Yummier than your average cup of cham.

It's me again, the Scouser.
*waves*

My beloved Roxanne is tired of running around all over the place for the wedding, hence my updating her little blog.

She was out at her second home and met some family friend who said she is really pretty and looks really good.

She told me "God, that was awkward".
Woman can't handle compliments well, such a stark contrast with her tolerance level for alcohol.

Before I go into her alcoholic capers, all she wants to say is that she wants to be a lapdancer.

*feels a slap across the cheek*
Okay. So I lied. Don't we all lie at some point of time in our lives?

She wants to say that the wedding was a success and she held true to her promise.


She didn't cry when the nikah ceremony was over. Her brother and his new wife, along with her mother did cry and all she did was laugh like an idiot because she is awesome like that (she made me type that!).
(woman, you do realise they call it tears of joy for a reason, right?)

She also laughed when it came to her turn to bless the newlyweds. I have no words to say to her but "YOU LUNATIC!".

She wants you to know that the pictures from the wedding are up in Facebook (If you're her friends in Facebook, what are you waiting for? Go now and see them!).

She is sitting down watching Blades of Glory on HBO and laughing her head off watching the I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing scene.

I can bet you I know what she's thinking of.
*grumbles*

Anyways, she says that she'll have a full recap with some photos tomorrow or so, if she's not too tired still.

She loves you all and wants you to donate to her David Cook album fund because her finance minister (also known as her mother) refuses to donate to the fund.

That's all for now.

Oh, by the way, Liverpool are the best club in the world!!! YNWA!!!