Hi I just want y’all to know I drove 45 minutes to a wedding and didn’t recognize anyone but I don’t know their families anyway so I just took a seat and the lady next to me started talking to me about the bride and it was then I realized
I was at the wrong FUCKING WEDDING.
Someone at work asked me about my “memory box” which is apparently a box that you keep memories of your past relationships in?
Ma’am I set that shit on fire. Quite literally set it ablaze.