weddings

If I weren't straight, I would definitely be gay. Me and my recently ex-foliated self are thrilled beyond words my friends are getting married in Zim. Not because it changes the fabulous relationship they've had for _years_ - they met when I first moved out of college housing in grad school, which makes it Fall 99. But because I feel like shrieking and running around in circles like a giddy bitch because IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME, YOU TWO. I hope you get database programming floral boy to make some special suggestions, or even coordinate. And if not, well, as you know, nigh on, but not quite, embarrassing tons of love sent your way. I'll try and shut up now, but I feel like I'm 12 and queer. Which I probably am, but hell, people are polite enough not to point this out.