Always a gnome bridesmaid, never a gnome bride…

Today is this bitch’s wedding that I agreed to be a bridesmaid in for some reason. I met this bitch back when we were students at The Etiquette Academy of Elite Gnomettes and she’s a bitch because she’s getting married.

All things aside, she’s pretty much perfect and wholesome…..former Gnome Corps volunteer, tutor for underprivileged gnome kids, etc, etc. But I would much rather be spending my precious Saturday at the new massage parlor next door than standing up next to that bitch in a hideous dress pretending to be happy for her when it is ME who should be the one in the white dress! Not this hideous purple thing that glows in the dark!

EW!

When is Jerry going to propose to me and make me Queen of The Gnome Abode?! He sure is taking his sweet time. I getting any younger, you know. I’m bringing him along as my wedding date in hopes that he will pick up on my less than subtle hint that is it HIS turn to step up to the plate and grow some gnome balls.

I simply despite going to events in which I am not the center of attention. What’s the point?

I changed Jerry’s desktop background on his work computer to this image last week just to give him a subtle hint. Either he had better propose to me with this exact diamond by the end of the reception or I’ll have to sabotage the marriage of my bitch friend and whoever the hell this schmuck is that she’s marrying today. If I can’t be Queen, then no one gets to be happy. Not in The Gnome Abode.