Domestic bliss?

Wow, it's been a while since I posted a real update... I just haven't had anything to say.
The wedding is coming up really soon. So, I've been busy with last minute details. Trying to get my bridesmaids together to decide on ANYTHING is like pulling teeth! *sighs* Sorry guys... I know, our conflicting scheduals suck.
I'll be more sane once the wedding is over and I've settled into domestic bliss.
Oh, and if you haven't sent in your RSVP's yet, they're due this Friday!
-Von

A letter

*Happy Birthday, Jess!*

I wrote this after getting home from the last party. Imagine me sitting in front of the computer right now, drunk. I wrote this for "her". The girl who was in Andrew's life before I was.

"So, I'm runining his life? Says who? You? Someone who ran away in shame the moment he gained happiness.
You know what? Fuck you! Fuck the friendship that I considered between us. Fuck your lies. Fuck the way you constantly use people. You don't even know either one of us anymore, and yet you feel you have the right to talk about our relationship... something that you chose to not even witness. Why? Gods only know.
Maybe you were jelouse. I don't know why... you can get nearly any man that has an ounce of lust in him. But, that's you're only power, right? Sex... I know thats part of the reason I stayed as long as I did. But, there was also the part of me that cared... cared if you lived or died... cared if that boy was beating you or not. But, no matter how much I cared, you only saw me as a tool... I cared therefore you could get something out of me. I hate to think of the time and resources I spent trying to help you. But, what pains me even more if the time HE spent on you. All that time you lead him on so that he woulden't leave. Well, that's what chased him away in the end, now isn't it?
You brused him more than you will ever care to admit (but, then again, nothing is ever your fault, now is it?) and who will be there to clean up the mess you made? Certanly not you, that's so out of character for you... finishing what you started... No, I will be there. No matter what happens and no matter how badly you've damaged him, I will be there. Not becuase he offers something for me to exploit... but because I love him. Do you even understand what true love is?
I love this man, beyond my ability to fully comprehend, and he loves me, even if you want to admit that or not."

I'm debating on putting that on D.A., a site where I know she'll see it. So, let me know what you think. Too angry? For any insite on the issue, feel free to im me.

-Von

I invented pants!

^^^^^^^^^^

Ha! I beat you to it, Jess!
(for those of you who don't know... too bad)
Anyways, I mainly posted to say that. But, while I'm here, a small update.
-The finger is nearly healed... just a small blister left.
-My tattoo looks great! I can't wait to see it finished!
-I've been playing "The Sims" alot. But, I gave up on it today cus Sim Von is too winey.
-While we're on the discounted chocolate bandwagon, I'll mention that Andrew "bought" (I say "bought" like that cus Jess is buying them with her discount and Andrew is paying her back) about nine bags of the stuff! I don't know what we're gonna do with all that candy....

In conclusion: I may not have invented pants, but I did get to use it as a blog title first! *blows a rasberry at Jess*

-Von

Valentines day & puffy fingers

So, Valentines day...
It was all & all a nice day. Andrew & I woke up late, got my laundry started, visited my friend who just had a little boy (!), then we went out to dinner at our fave resturaunt and took a walk in the park... It was really sweet.As far as pressies go... I got some new sexy "underthings" to show off to him, and I also got him an Aqua Teen Hunger Force t-shirt with the mooninites on it (the shirt says "The Moon Rules") and some Invader Zim fuzzy dice for the car. He got me another session with my tattoo artist to get my "Nightmare Before Christmas" arm worked on... yay! I get that tomarrow actually.
But, that was yesturday, this is today, and today I'm an IDIOT! I burned the fuck outta my finger at work today. I was working wall (where we cook all the fried foods) and I dropped a fish filet into the vat... not wanting to get yelled at for wasting product (and also not wanting to smell burned fish) I went after it with a pair of tongs... well, I went a little too into the vat and ended up dipping my right index finger into the oil. Result: PAIN!!! Gods, what pain I was in! I took about 15 minutes to sit down, cry, get some burn cream, and cry before getting back to work.
So, I feel like a total idiot now... but at least my finger is feeling somewhat better.
-Von

Lazy, Lazy Von

So, it's about 1:13ish om here... I just woke up about an hour ago... I'm such a lazy bum!
Last night was fun, once we figured out where we were going (damn you, Mapquest!). We picked up Moueska at school... after figuring out where to go on Big Bend. Then, we tried in (but failed) to go to a coffee house in the Central West End, but due to road construction we coulden't close enough to the place! So, after all that we decided to go to Mushugga's (sp?) in the U-City loop. It was fun... sitting "above" most of the hipster crowd... *lol* I felt so powerful!
Now, for today! Prolly gonna go over to my mom's to help her out with the ratties... then hanging out with Jessie and Moueska. So, yay!
I needs a shower!

-Von

general bordom

So, the talk with my father went... well, it went, and I guess that's the important thing. We didn't accomplish anything, but, we're talking again, which will make the wedding stuff go easier.
Oh, and the question was asked of me "What kind of car did you get?". It's a 2001 hunter green Saturn. She's so pretty! Andrew and I finally agreed that it's a "girl" car... My reason was that she was too pretty to be a boy. His reason? She "nags" (beeps at him if he forgets to put on his seat belt). At least we agreed on something... now to decide on a name that we can both deal with. He want to call our car the "Centenial Condor", I just can see that happening anytime soon. Anyone with me?
Not much else going on here... Antibiotics kick ass, and McDonalds sucks! I only got 31 hours this week! Looking for a new job, pronto.
-Von

Blah

So, my father called today. He wants to come over to talk tomarrow. I agreed to him coming over, but now I'm not so sure. I just know that once we get to talking all the things that I've thought of to say to him will disapear and by the end of the conversation I'll feel about two inches tall.
But, right now, it is easier to be on talking terms with him, since he's paying for the reception. Plus, this would make it alot less weird for my relatives on his side. Maybe I'll wait till after the wedding to tell him to sod off...
I better news, I'm starting to feel less & less like black death! Yay for antibiotics! Plus, Andrew got a new car yesturday! Yay for new wheels!
-Von
P.S. I just found a wonderful Blog! Everyone go check out "Things I hate about my flatmate" right now! I comand it!

Father's suck...

FUCK! I'm DONE with my father and my stepmother.
They can both go to hell!I returned a call from Charlotte (the evil stepmother) yesturday, and what happened? I get told the fuck off! Apperantly she's hurt that I haven't involved her more in the wedding process... then she tells me that "It's customary that the father of the bride send out the wedding invitations". SINCE WHEN?!?!? Then she informs me that she's too upset to talk to me right now, then hands me over to my father. All he said was "Ditto to that... I'll talk to you later". When I actually tried to talk to him he just said "No, call me when you don't need something". COLD, UNFEELING SON-OF-A-BITCH! ...and Chartlotte? What fucking right does she have? WHAT FUCKING RIGHT? I'm so tired of his bullshit, and with having to put up with her. I'm ready to wash my hands of both of them... Just call them and say "Don't call anymore, please, don't come to the wedding, we'll be sending you the money for the reception. Goodbye." The bitch can have him to herself... she's been so fucking weird about me trying to have a relationship with him anyway.
Fuck her, fuck him, fuck his money... he's been a shitty father anyway...

*cough* *hack* *sneeze*

Guess what? I'M STILL SICK! Yucky, yucky, yucky...
Got the invites all folded and stuffed. They should be going out today...
That's all I got in me for now... I gotta go curl into a ball and die.
*cough*
-Von

Invites!

Tonight the invitations for the wedding get finished! Then, tomarrow, they go out in the mail!*w00t*

In not so *w00t*-able news, I'm sick, again. Gods, this sucks! Seems as though I got Andrew sick, and he just gave it right back to me. I've heard of sharing before, but this is ridiculas! Thankfully, my boss is pretty understanding so she let me go home an hour early.

I'm so tired!!!

-Von