So, while I was wedding dress shopping in Rapid City today Travis got fired. That means he has to find a new job, we have to find a new place to live, and somehow come up with the money for all that, the wedding, and the baby.
Why can’t life get progressively easier rather than progressively more difficult?
On a positive note: I found and bought my wedding dress today. I’m absolutely in love.
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (1971)
Karen for Glamour Magazine
*imagines a world without harry potter*
Dear Mr. Neighbor,
You’ve pissed off my husband for the last time. But that’s okay. We’re getting away from you. That’s right, we’re moving, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Good luck working this shitty farm by yourself.
Suck my dick.
1. Pour out how much you think you need.