Hot Mess Bride

Shut the Front Door: I'm Just a Bride with Lyme!

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This is an AMAZING film about Lyme disease!!!  Seriously, sistuh’s out there who have it, you have to watch this.  First, you will freak the Gwyneth Paltrow out and cry; then you will scream; and finally, you will want to find the best Lyme doctor out there and get treatment (and never go into the woods ever again).  I guess I can vow to always check my future husband for ticks!  ;)

This is an AMAZING film about Lyme disease!!!  Seriously, sistuh’s out there who have it, you have to watch this.  First, you will freak the Gwyneth Paltrow out and cry; then you will scream; and finally, you will want to find the best Lyme doctor out there and get treatment (and never go into the woods ever again).  I guess I can vow to always check my future husband for ticks!  ;)

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This is a photo from the Good Charlotte drummer’s wedding reception.  Why am I so strange and love the feel of goth chic?  And the birdcages I loveee!!!  (When in reality, I am not a huge bird fanatic… at all.)  Am I engaged to Marilyn Manson… wassup with this?!

This is a photo from the Good Charlotte drummer’s wedding reception.  Why am I so strange and love the feel of goth chic?  And the birdcages I loveee!!!  (When in reality, I am not a huge bird fanatic… at all.)  Am I engaged to Marilyn Manson… wassup with this?!

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The Annoyance of City Rain.

It was pouring down rain but I had to go buy a printer because the community printer in my building was once again not working.  Frustrated and having a bad hair day, I had to go out into the treacherous weather and walk eight blocks to the nearest Office Depot.  Along the way, I was poked repeatedly in the eye by people’s umbrellas who practically jammed them into my face.  My contacts became overwhelming fuzzy and I start blinking frantically so they wouldn’t fall out.  I now looked like a crazy person, walking down the street, umbrella straggling above me, my eyes rolling all over my head in fear of losing vision.  I finally arrived at the store and purchased my $130 printer (the cheapest one they had in stock).  I began my journey back to my apartment but the minute I stepped back outside my umbrella broke.  I was now carrying a huge, awkward box which was more than half my size, down the street, the windy rain pouring down on me.  My hair was sopping wet and I had to keep stopping either to fix the position of the box pressed against my chest, or to pick a wedgie.  People were definitely staring at me as if I were some rat baby who needed her mother to come pick her up and take her home and bathe her with a Cabbage Patch washcloth.  I arrived at my apartment wet, panting, and so fed up with living in the city.  But, I took one look at myself in the mirror and burst out laughing: My eyeliner had run so far down my face I looked like a member of KISS.  Awesome.  What a hot mess.