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I am not in my happiest of moods. I think anyone who got paired last Monday would agree with me. Though apparently it is a shock to some, I am human underneath my goddess-like beauty and wonderful personality. This pair came as a very hard shock, and a tearful one at that. The very idea that my government would so maliciously treat my rights hurts.
The government believes this man and I are compatible, but I regret to inform them that we are not, in the slightest. I'm trying very hard to figure out how, exactly, we can get this thing repealed. Thankfully, he is being a very good sport about things, and willing to help me get this thing sorted out. I realize it can't be easy for him, really -- I mean, look what he has to give up! It tis' a shame for him, I suppose.
Really... a fisherman? I've only been on a boat twice. Firstly, on a cruise with my mother, and second, on an arduous suitor's sailboat. Neither was a positive experience. The cruise left me sick, every single day. And the sailboat was even worse. He was attractive, but unfortunately not a deft seaman. I ended up smacked by the sail with a sound bruise on my cheek, and practically drowned when it knocked me into the water. Never again ill I set foot on such a terrible craft.
Well... I've been to a few yacht parties. Those aren't terrible. But you get the idea, I'm sure.
However, this law has proved to be good for my business. I'm booked solid for wedding parties and ceremonies. I'm going to be richer than I already was. People are arranging their wedding solely based on whether I'm available! It's quite flattering. Of course, if any of you need a wedding photographer, you know who to call. I'm going to be a bridesmaid at eight different weddings, and I don't know how I'm going to have time to do it all.
All this wedding talk has gotten me nostalgic. Up until this point, I've never seen myself married, but my mother has told me every last detail about hers.
( Back in the day. )
I'm beginning to understand that even if I don't marry this Kai Kumai, or whatever his name is, I'm going to be marrying someone. At the very least, the government could let me choose my own husband. I have some options in mind... there's a terribly charming mechanic about named Eddie. I'd marry him, just to see how long it took me to make him die of a stress induced aneurysm. I suppose I will be a little pickier than that, though... he hasn't enough money for a girl like me. Not really cute enough, either.
Anyone interested in proposing will be considered. Except for, you know, the man I'm supposed to get hitched to. Sorry, dear. It's the just the idea of it all.
Well, I don't think dwelling any more on this will make me feel any better. I have other, more positive things to think about! Tomorrow, I'll be going shopping with the adorable Abigail Chevalier. We French girls must stick together.
Shortly after that, I'll be attending a hotel lobby preview. I'm quite excited, for I do enjoy a good party. Not to mention, thus far Rafael Loyola has shown amazing taste in his businesses. I can only expect this will be just as spectacular. I hope to see some of you there! If you feel like conversation, trust I will be about. It might be nice to meet some of you in person.
I think I might go out tonight. I'm in sore need of a drink.
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