World Spins Madly On

Ashley's journal has become a dumping ground for baby talk and father/mother/child word vomit. Fine, I know that new babies cause that reaction, especially the first born. My own father has a picture of the little boy in his study and makes sure to visit him at least once a week, always taking a new toy or contraption with him. Yes, he is weak for family and babies. And yes, he still loves his tradition-defying son.

Don't judge me. I am not big on babies. Never have been a warm, cuddly, family person. Though logically I can get infected by the happiness disease going around every now and then >> He is adorable. I'll tell you that. But I am NOT a baby person.

Me? Ugh. Having one hell of a great time planning my last minute escape-from-my-mother trip to Argentina. I need some cold weather and some desperate away-time from my family.

If you're curious about the wedding planner fiasco, I had a little encounter with her that straightened her and her intentions with my barely-there fiancé. It involved hair pulling and significant threats. I am glad to report she seems to be doing her actual job. As for my fiancé, I could've sworn it was him at that party I went to last night. Or the spirit of him trapped in that vile man's body who took it unto him to embarrass me in every possible way. He left before I could give him a piece of my mind. He did look hot though. ARGH.

And you know what, I am no longer going to go out with Ashley OR Caterina EVER! Or for a while. Because normally I end up pissed off beyond belief! >< Fate starts playing so that they are either pleased or happy and I am sucking on a lemon. Caterina actually hooked up with Eric on the Masqué because let's be serious, she would never french anyone the way she did if that wasn't Eric Delton.



Right now I am taking a much earned coffee break. After three morning meetings since 8 AM, two assholes who think that because I am a woman they don't have to respect me (guess being 20 doesn't help either) plus making sure I complete as much work as I can before I leave, I need it. I need time to unwind. Relax. Appreciate how beautiful, graceful, elegant and show-stopping I look on this fine, cloudy London day.

At this second, I am going to worry about the details to my imminent wedding and finalize the search for a place for us to live. Then I shall go to the store to select the things for the new house, send a copy of the catalog to Nathan's hands and see if he would like anything else. Then I will call Caterina for the fittings. And yell at her for going against the spirit of the Masqué.

Now. My delicious Irish Coffee awaits me with open arms.

Comments

Anonymous said…
>O ~gasp~ Oh come on... It's not WORD VOMIT... alright... maybe it is... but admit it... it's adorable...

Vero.... XD Yeah... I think Argentina would do you some good.

Don't stress too much :P You're on your way to getting married.

Love,

-Ash-
Anonymous said…
<--- Caterina btw
Anonymous said…
I wasn't the one who dyed her hair black and started PRETENDING I was a stranger!!! What if it hadn't been Eric, and you NEVER explained to me the RULES!!! ><