Wedding Bells

Okay so here it goes. My wedding blog finally. To be honest I have no idea what to write because I was not exactly keen for my wedding day. I was excited for the life after maybe, and definitely for the trip planned but not the wedding day itself. If anything I just wanted to get over with it quickly. So don’t expect this blog to be all colourful or filmy or whatever.

Damn you, ovaries.

So there is this bitch in my life who visits me every month for a week, occasionally without warning and at totally inappropriate times. She is a LOT to put up with. Stupid bitch. You get me, right?

Me and Cat

Sometimes I wish I had a cat. But I know I never will because I cannot be trusted enough to take good care of it. Probably the cat would have to take care of me. Anyway if I had a cat, I would name it Cat. Because...eff you, that's why. Anyway, the following piece of crap is completely fictitious, so please don't sue me for animal cruelty or whatever.

Happy Game of Thrones to me!

Do you see the Targaryen pendant?

Today, 12th April 2015, is my 22nd birthday. I thought it would be just another ordinary day because I am in a different state from all my friends. Boy, did I get a few pleasant surprises! ^_^

Kids? No thanks.

I am still four months short of my wedding day and people have already started speculating about how by next year I will be seen with a baby in hand. Hahaha you wish! Give me a break, humans. I have just started to freak out a lot less about the whole married life idea and here you are dropping another bomb on me! I can't even keep a fish alive for two weeks and you expect me to take care of another human soul that can't even feed itself and will poop and throw up all over! If you wish it so much, I will go ahead, have one and just donate it to you. (Dear future kids if you are reading this, I am of course kidding. You know I won't donate you. I will only sell you for a million US dollars)

In Memory of a Friend

How would you know when you are talking to a person that it would be the last time you will ever talk to that person? Loss of a friend, whether close or casual, who is at a ripe age and full of energy, comes out of nowhere. This is just not fair.