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I canapos;t even begin to process what the hell I got myself into.

I just spent the last several weeks planning a kick ass bachelorette party and an hour and a half before people are showing up at my house the Bride tells me sheapos;s "sick" and she doesnapos;t want to go to Columbia anymore.

I cried. Not even joking. I was so angry and disappointed that I cried. To make things even better while in the process of crying I locked my only set of keys in my car with my license and all my money.


People are arriving. . . Iapos;ll be back to bitch later.

poems by robert louis stevensons, oversized sofa chairs, oversized sofa, oversized smock.