"I just tried to call you back. Work is really stressful right now. So you have my permission to plan what you and margrette agree on or if you want, email your ideas and I'll let you know. You sounded pretty annoyed on the voicemail and I didn't want the party to come down to that. I'm not expecting much and I'm easy to please. I just wanted to know if something as major as location change took place that I should probably know, in case my friends have questions."
What the hell? Are you serious? Why should Margrette get the say when I'M the one paying for it? F*ck it. I don't want to plan the party anymore. I have a book that I have to start writing and tv footage I'm supposed to be reviewing.
Margrette could be the Maid of Honor (or Matron) 'cause I really don't give a sh*t anymore.
2 comments:
Margrette Shmargrette.
wow! ok..so what's going on now? i don't remember when u sent me that text..u know me..my world's all upside down right now. just give the final details when u have them! hang in there girlie...
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