Thanks, Vortex. And it looks like I might have to go into my office tomorrow, anyway -- my advisor is being a passive-aggressive ass and there are some things I might need to smooth over.
'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
(Example of advisor ass-hattery in my lj, under friends lock. This one really couldn't be explained without quoting, and quoting on a public forum seemed like not a great idea.)
OMG, smonster, he should GREASE YOUR WINDOW so he could CRAWL IN YOUR BEDROOM and WATCH YOU SLEEP!
Cause that would be SOOOO romantic, OMGOMG!
I do not want to dye my hair tonight. But I have no time to dye it tomorrow.
Ok, I started this message two hours ago. Definitely not dyeing my hair tonight. Will work out some way to dye it tomorrow, as I need to shower tomorrow anyway. (My shower at home? I can't turn the water off all the way without Dan. Le suck..)
Ok, for some reason I can't get the shoe link to cut and paste. (Forgive me, please for the MEMEMEME, but I am GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW OMG WHEN I THOUGHT I WAS GETTING MARRIED IN 4 MONTHS AND I DID IT ALL IN A WEEK OMG breathe, fool...)
Ok, shoes: Kelly and Katie's Romeo Silver Platform Heels in Silver. At DSW. Feet will KILL. But they're hot. And were $30.
Bouquet and boutonierre: $30. Bouquet is white hydrangea, violet stock and blumeria (greenery) whapped together with silver satin ribbon. Dan's flower is just a simple white rose.
Nails. Violety silver. OPI.
Rings: We got placeholder rings from Macy's till we can play for the sparkly ones. Simple silver bands.
I got the license today, and the little gazebo in front of the courthouse that the judge suggested is supercute, and surrounded by dogwoods bursting with bloomage.
Holy shit, I'm getting married tomorrow. WTFF?! Someone is making an honest woman of me! BWAHAHAHA.
Oh, god, I can eat SALT tomorrow. Thank you, Jesus, and really ugly girdle from Target.
Ok, who's got a Valium?
Holy shit, Erin, YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW!!!!!
I got the license today, and the little gazebo in front of the courthouse that the judge suggested is supercute, and surrounded by dogwoods bursting with bloomage.
I can not imagine a lovelier setting with a YEAR of planning.
Ya know, Truds, I completely thought that today. Dress, $48, bouquet $30, shoes $30. Crazy lucky. It's supposed to be really pretty tomorrow, sunny and 70, and every damn thing in bursting out in flowers. Like, fucking bluebirds should be draping me in chiffon and sheep should be gamboling in meadows in Wordsworthian paroxysms of sheeply joy. Disney spring.
I KNOW, TEP! OMG ASSCAPS ON PERMANENT LOCK.
(Nuke me from space; it's the only way to be sure.)
I love how it's all coming together for you, Erin! How it should be.
Holy shit, Erin, YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW!!!!!
I think that sums it up.
It sounds truly splendiferous, Erin!
Holy crap, Erin, it's THE NIGHT BEFORE YOUR WEDDING!
I've been too distracted by my own stupid shit to say it, but I am so excited and happy and YAY for you, and I can't wait to see pictures of the dress and you in it and Dan and the dogwoods and all of it.