My GOODNESS, time flies. It seems like just this morning I was trying NOT TO CRY over a MySpace message someone had posted to Brandon in response to news of our engagement, which was the clip from Citizen Kane of Orson Welles defiantly applauding his wife's miserable opera performance, I mean SERIOUSLY WHAT DOES THAT MEAN BRANDON'S FRIEND THINKS OF ME AND WHAT IS HE TRYING TO SAY? AND WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS ANYWAY? AND WHY DOES HE ONLY COMMUNICATE VIA MYSPACE, I MEAN THAT IS WEIRDDDDD? but failing miserably, crying and frantically asking Brandon if he regretted asking me to marry him.
Ah, yes. (bemused chuckle)
Yes. That WAS, in fact, this morning. WHAT THE HELL?
It was indeed a lovely morning, as later I went over to Sarah's. Sarah is selflessly and lovingly altering my wedding dress.
Brandon: ... I really don't think he put that much thought into it. I think it's a video loop of a guy clapping. He's just saying congratulations.
Me: Honey, I don't like it. Can you please just close the window?
Brandon: But look at him! It's a great scene! He's supporting his wife!
Me: ... WHO SUCKS!
Me: Why does Tony hate me?
Fate is graciously repaying her in ways I cannot by tagging her car with gang signs overnight.
Dear life, What the hell. Love, Lacy.
Also, because why not, I saw this and ARE YOU KIDDING ME? SERIOUSLY? No.
AIDS, breast cancer, pro football. Of course.
And y'all make fun of Texas for our football worship.