I'm getting married today.
What was I thinking?!
In desperate need of escape routes. If they involve spaceships, that's fucking awesome, but I need to make sure the aliens will be able to deliver my baby without killing me. Or maybe we can go with the classic, cowboy shoot-outs. Except I don't really want to go to jail and I'm terrified of guns. Maybe booze. But I need like, a booze bypass so that the baby doesn't get any. I never liked sharing anyway. My booze, you little brat.
Only, crap. I don't really like alcohol much either.
P.S. In case you read this before we're married, uh. I love you. No, really. I do. Maybe. But I'd really like the spaceship option right about now.
P.P.S. Should probably go blow-dry my hair now. Fuck. This is really happening.