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M.I.A.

Me- in action, sometimes inaction, but always- acting out!
 

A man is a man, a project is a project: A man is not a project.


'Eff the Wedding' is a salute to good choices made by a woman choosing not to marry a bad, not to mention short, man!


When good men go bad, good women get drinks. It was a good day when Amy decided not to marry the guy that was a bad choice. Amy is young, cute, smart, and now- available through the miracle of nothing more than a polite, "fuck you" as she finds herself NOT marrying. So when the day comes around that would have been their blessed union- we celebrate singlehood with nothing less than mexican-food and shots- food to drown any possible sorrow and shots to build confidence.


I have come to appreciate the bittersweet virtue of making the decisions that are hard on the heart. It's hard to do the right thing (sometimes it feels so selfish). It's hard to be reminded of the right thing that hurt not only you, but others. It's a tough day when you look back and see that the decisions made were painfully sharp then and at best, are a dull more subtle pain now. I found this picture and I'm looking at Amy and she is, for now, having a good time (LIQUOR HELPS). Yet, I know, better than some- that when it's quiet, and you're left with your thoughts about how it went, what could have been and whether or not it was the right decision- that pain becomes a reminder. I just hope she remembers: just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love with all they have. Ultimately though, that doesn't mean you have to settle, that doesn't mean you are unlovable.

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