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Tuesday, June 08, 2004
  Going To The Chapel?
OK. I'm going to try this one again. I did it last night/this morning and fucking blogger deleted it. If it happens this time, you may not hear from me for a while, for my "Precious" may be dead.

I was just ranting about this whole marriage thing. Since I've moved home, it seems that EVERYONE that I know is either engaged, married, divorced, or desperately looking for someone to marry. Have the bartenders been secretly putting something in the beer? Please, if you are, keep it out of mine. M'kay!

Oh yes, and there is either a wedding or an engagement party EVERY fucking weekend. (which reminds me, I need to go buy a wedding present) Grrrr!!!! I guess that mostly everyone that I see on a regular basis is either in their 30's or coming up on them. Why does 30 do this to people? I guess that people feel old and that they do not want to be alone for the rest of their lives, so they get married. You just don't understand, I've ran into complete psychopaths that are walking around sporting engagement rings. Talk about CRAZY! There was not a man within 100 miles that would date these women years ago. They just marry them now.

No, I'm not jealous. If I ever end up getting married, groovy, if not, I will just date forever. I'm not one of these women that is going to go out with the intensions of "finding a man". I would much rather be found by someone that truly loved me and live in sin forever than end up married just for the sake of getting married. To me, the only cool thing about getting married would be that I could register. (maybe I could find a way around that) I know that I've told you this before, but my idea of the purrfect relationship would be someone that I could have Sundays with. First, you wake up and have lots of sex. Then you're hungry, so you go have a good brunch and do things like read the paper or write in your journal, but there doesn't have to be any unnecessary babble. Then you go home and have more sex. (you can never have too much sex, can you?) Then I would do something fun like play in my flower beds and garden and if I'd finally been found by Mr. Wonderful, he'd be out there with me.Then, of course, more sex!

I must say one thing. If I ever do end up getting married, I will not have a BIG wedding. I will not do it Sam I am. I've always said that I would go to Vegas and get married by Elvis, but I think the whole seclusion on the beach thing sounds cool. I wouldn't care if anyone was there except Mr. Wonderful. If you are so in love with someone, why bother with the whole circus for the sake of you're family? Why not just do what you want?

I'm so upset that I lost the one that I did last night because I sounded much more bitchy than I do here, so, fuck off!!
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