Reporting live from the deepest, darkest, depths of HELL.

Well, I'm not really in the depths of hell right now, but I painfully wish I had the privilege to be in such a lovely place, that is, in comparison to where I am now. We're getting ready for my dad's best friend's wedding right now, and lemme tell you, it's a pain in the ass... Hence the title. Weddings and all wedding-related miscellaneous things belong in a sweaty, terrible, ass-hell, along with my future arranged marriage... Hence the reason I will never have a wedding and fly off to some discreet place where I can eat my hamburgers and coffee in peace, goddammit, and disappear before any marriage-type things pop up. I've had to try on millions and billions of different dresses, bought new clothes, suck in my stomach, do this and do that... And it's not even MY wedding. Oh, dear God, how the hell are we getting by? Well, I have to go.. Makeup and hair and undergarments, and even more crap-o-la need my immediate attention...