Yeah! My sinner of a mother had four in four years and change before she flipped the bird to the Pope and moseyed over to the hoor pill aisle. These people are bad Catholics in almost every way you can be a bad Catholic, including the part where you worry about your own ass getting into heaven/remove the plank in your…

You tried! At least you tried!

Maybe not TOO soon - I have a degree or three to complete before I settle down for sure, but having the option soon would be GREAT.

We ought to bring colors back, I say. Though I don't know why everyone seems to get upset if you say you don't want a white wedding dress. Breaking THIS tradition? Really? How is that frightening? It's a dress.

I can't even do that! I'm not sexually attracted to men! I'm a lust-drunk witch who has sexual congress with women (and by extension, Satan)!

Or you may be seriously underestimating the entertainment value of two people getting married in assless chaps, regardless of gender identity.

Oh Jeeeesus.

Fuck yes! That sounds amazing! Did you get it at some kinda alternative bridal store or somewhere else? (The dress. Not the wedges. Although I wouldn't mind knowing where you got those either - for, uh, research purposes... research into my shoe obsession, that is)

*Magdalene, isn't it? (Sorry, my sister's sort-of named after her, so it's a pet peeve.)

UGHHHHHHHHHHH.

Oh, goodness, I thought you were being sarcastic, hence my snippy reply. My apologies! >-<

The ironic thing is

Ah, this pesky womanbrain allowed me to forget that wives and daughters are property of patriarchs. Shit. Soooorry! I'll go scrub some floors with my hair now (or was it feet? What's in the Bible? I can't remember that either.)

If I can ever legally get married, I want to get married in a slinky red dress or a very well-fitted red suit. SO THERE. White washes me out, man, and ivory makes me look all... awkward-looking. I'm jealous of you ladies (and gentlemen) who can pull it off. Also, not digging the fact that the white dress represents…

Okay. Repeat after me.

Ooooof, the fifth picture, the black and gold studded dress.

Ohhhhhh, Erin. I send you hugs.

Buuuuuuulllshit.

Basically people are saying you're not poor enough to be poor and therefore stop whining and honestly fuck 'em. There is no glamor in struggling, I don't understand why people try to undercut each other and undermine their own problems - someone's always going to have it worse off than you, doesn't mean you don't…

Now, Mother and Father Fishnets haven't really been hurting for about a decade, though they've taken a dip lately, but when they met, fell in love, and started having babies, they were dirt poor from dirt poor families and drowning in debt. Mother F couldn't really afford her car, but REALLY couldn't afford to get her…