I'm fittin to be someone's wife. Wha?!!!! Also, I've realized that I have smothered my issues with my weight with hair. I'm serious. The weave I got for my wedding is a cry for help. It's Sonny & Cher era Cher long. It's really nice tho and I look cute so fuck it. So for all the hoes looking at it on the train and whatnot, yes it's a weave. Now go read a book or something.
Goddamn it I'm a bride!
A bride ya'll! It's starting to sink in some what I'm about to do and on the real it's a little scary. Will I be good at doing the wife thing? And what about kids? I don't know how to do anything. I can't jump rope (ok I can't turn or jump double dutch but I'll rock you in straight rope), I can't roller skate, I can't do cornrows or proper braiding for that matter. Oh and I learned to ride a bike at 18 (What? Shut up!) . As for cooking, it's hit or miss depending what it is. I'm barely good with my cat Aaliyah. Oy!
Zeen knows all of this (for the most part) and still wants to married my non-domesticated ass. Well ok then. Yay me! Because on the serious tip, I'm the one getting the best deal. I'm marrying this tall, smart funny man who loves me and still thinks I'm a catch. He actually said to me that he thought I was a catch. Me!
Despite my nerves, I'm excited and it's all coming together. I'm getting married ya'll!
Later...............
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