Day 11: It's a Damn Rant.

WARNING: So I have some shit I need to spew and if you don't want to read my trials and tribulations or are "OFFENDED" by swear words, please fucking skip this post.

First things first, it is my damn wedding right? Like I just want to get this straight because it's kind of confusing me. I mean, I love hearing my friends suggestions, so if you're reading this, don't assume that I'm ranting about you because that will probably piss me off more. If you are suggesting 'hey, i like this color'. That's fine, I like that you want to give me a helping hand or whatever. So if you gave me a helpful hint or two or three, this isn't about you. This is about certain people who have to be involved with fucking everything. Who won't leave me the hell alone about every little fucking detail of the wedding and are attempting to make it seem like I 'owe' them a spot in my wedding. I am fucking sick of being asked 34348325328517428731094839048325738957891738573859257883275238573285623483748 billion fucking questions every fucking five seconds about my plans. LET ME GIVE YOU AN UPDATE: NOTHING FUCKING HAPPENS IN FIVE FUCKING SECONDS. And no. I truly don't give a shit about the colors you want. It is mine and Max's fucking wedding. We pick the colors. We pick the venue. We pick the everything. WE pick who gets invited and if certain people keep shit up, I'mma make sure they aren't invited. ONE LESS FUCKING mouth we have to pay to feed.


Now that I've got that out of my system I would like to bitch and rant about the "holier than thou" Christians out there shoving their religion down everybody's throat and insulting everyone who doesn't piss and shit to the bible. Now I am not saying all Christians are like this, I am very close friends to a bunch of Christians who are very devoted to their beliefs but are also open and don't go around damning people to hell because they believe differently. I live with a sister who is of the bible humping variety. Like if you even breathe the wrong way according to the bible, she gets up in your grill. THAT or she cries and throws a temper tantrum when you tell her you don't want to go to church with her. I'm sick to death of it because she gives me shit about swearing and then turns around and calls me a bitch. I hate hypocrites. With a fucking passion and my sister? The biggest.