My Dad's marrying his lady-friend next year.

I'm more annoyed than upset, I mean, how dare he be happy. Either way, I'm rather concerned about the dress that the soon-to-be-Mrs McChavvypants will inevitably try to pick out for me, and I will have to say NO, DO NOT COME NEAR ME WITH YOUR TERRIBLE TASTE. I AM GOING TO WEAR WONDERFUL THINGS.

And then I'll bust out in this.

Then I'll be all AWW HELL YEAH. THIS IS WHERE THE MONEY FOR YOUR UGGO DRESS CHOICE WENT. I LOOK SO DAMN HOT. And I will take a date. Or Reject. Either way I will take a girl and I will sit in back, cracking jokes with popping eye makeup and probably will dye my hair to match whatever I end up wearing.

I have resentment, but I channel it in creative ways. I am currently channeling it into shopping.

LOVES.