pretty dresses and slurred words and belligerent bitching. weddings are always so much fun. there are happy drunks and angry drunks. my mom is a bipolar drunk. she goes from angry to fucking self pathetic. "no, im not yelling at you, im talking loudily." yes, she said l o u d i l y. thats not even a word. bottle whore i want to get married one day. and have no alchohol. and ill invite dr kevorkian and we can have a party, if they like self destruction so much. but at least the dress was pretty.