A Whole Bunch of Nothing

I am having one of those days where I just want SO BADLY to PUNCH someone in the NECK. But not really. The past couple of days I've been getting so incredibly frustrated about one thing or another that I find myself TENSING UP MY ENTIRE BODY and then releasing. Like a toddler. And OMG it really works. Kinda. I mean, I haven't punched anyone in the neck yet, so SUCCESS! Also, last night I tried to do a little mock-up for the text of our invitations that I have somehow agreed to DO MYSELF. Um, hello WORST IDEA EVER. I am so not cut out for this. I can barely even write my own name without getting ink ALL OVER, let alone do whatever making your own wedding invitations entails. (Clearly I don't even know WHAT THAT IS. I am so screwed.) But I am kinda attached to the whole concept of our invites and after hours of searching and finding very pretty, very expensive invitations by REAL DESIGNERS and stuff, they still don't offer what we are looking for. SO. There's THAT.

Anyway. GAH. I am doing the tensing thing again!

But, this weekend was lovely and sunshiney and drunky and I saw the love-of-my-life slash Jenny Lewis. I just love her so much. We met up with some friends slash strangers afterwards and I was pretty much spilling my girl-love (and beers) all over those poor people. So that was nice.

ALSO, I tried on my dress again last week and holy hell I just love it SO much. Like, A LOT. And that makes me feel like such a girl (not that there's anything wrong with that), you know. PhotoFace took pictures of me and I didn't even hate them! Granted, I think the sales lady was a little put off when PhotoFace made me like sprawl across her desk next to the window so we could get a glimpse of me AND the skyline, but then I was all "DEWAI* lady, just DEWAI."

The end.

*Don't Even Worry About It. You would not even imagine how much I use this word in normal conversations. AWK.