Just got paid, Friday night
Yeah big whoop - it’s all going towards bills. I’m not so sure I’m digging this weekly pay thing. I’m not a saver, I’m a spender. I need to be able to pay rent, pay bills, buy random shit, get a pedicure, buy gas, buy groceries, buy M random shit, buy gas… and still have money left over.
This weekly shit? Pay bills. Buy gas. The end. Ugh!
I guess it would be nice to be paid weekly if R and I pooled our income but with him away, I can’t really justify demanding he give me money. Can I? Oh, I will anyway. I’ll try, a girl needs her pedicures.
* You know R and I almost broke up over money once? It was the stupidest fight I ever picked. And that includes any and all that had to do with the J-Word, his perfect ex.
But back to pooling money and other things marriage-like, yesterday on the phone, I told R I changed my mind about getting married. NOT that he’s even proposed but this is a trap, see, and he fell right in it.
R (a bit incredulous): What made you change your mind about that?!
Me: I decided that I want to have a nice, small but nice, wedding in San Diego and until we can afford to do that, I don’t want to get married.
R (still incredulous): Wow. That’s so practical of you.
Me: But I guess I have to wait until you ask me first anyway.
R: Traditionally, that’s how it usually goes.
Me: Or I could just plan the wedding and see if you show up.
Did I ever tell you about the time I went to a wedding and that’s all anyone could talk about at the reception? That the bride just went ahead and planned the wedding and the groom bumbled along with it? She didn’t even get her engagement ring til the invitiations for the wedding were already sent.
I mean, you have to understand that the bride is known for being bossy as hell and a huge loud mouth. But still. First of all, I don’t know that I’d want to marry a guy that would allow himself to be bamboozled into marriage and secondly, I certainly wouldn’t want that to be the gossip at the wedding.
Say my ass looks fat in my wedding dress, say my bridesmaids look like sluts, say the cake tastes like sawdust but by God, don’t say R is there for any other reason than his undying love, devotion and affection for me.
So yeah. I think we’re going to wait to get married.
Happy Friday, folks!
P.S. I’m taking Corey Ann’s advice and buying a box of booze to wile the weekend away. Might even do my own toes. Man do I ever look forward to sitting on my ass and not doing a damn thing. T.G.I.F!!!!!!!