so it’s apparently a little under four months until my wedding. does it seem real? nope. we have half of our living room dedicated to bags and bags of shit from moskatels, michaels, joann’s, and various other places. just bags of absolute crap. special diy projects we were probably supposed to have done by now. but what have we gotten done? i bought a dress. brian bought a suit. hooray? my dress has hella wrinkles in it as i bought it off the rack, on a total whim. we also haven’t you know, booked anything for after the wedding, except for k’s wedding. 

it’s also at the point where we both start really worrying about the fact that we don’t have a catering contract and some other things that i probably shouldn’t be mentioning in a public forum (even though all three of you are really good with secrets i’m sure). but it’s nail-biting time. so let me be clear here, we have NOTHING DONE.

i’m also so insanely stressed lately that my hair seems to be falling out by the handfuls. ahhhhhhhh. must. fucking. calm. down.

lee-pace-a-thon on netflix? yes.. calm.

fuck, i’m getting married guys!