It has been a hot second and a half since I did my last audio diary girl interrupted mental

meltdown spectacular.

When I was thinking about what my next audio diary would entail, it kind of seemed pretty

obvious that I would document my first bridesilla excursion.

Today I have saddled up Leo in his illegal service dog vest that I ordered online, pretty sure

it's not legit, pretty sure I don't give a fuck.

Me and him are in route to Palm Springs to check out a potential venue.

It's just me and him because my absentee groom is in Jamaica working poor guy fucking

asshole.

So I'm kind of doing like a pre screening of all the venues and anyone who knows me or

even knows me just through this podcast knows that details are my life.

I am the most particular manic psychopath roaming the streets of Los Angeles.

And I embrace that about myself, I know it about myself, I know I'm not the easiest going

bitch on the block, but when it comes to picking a venue for my wedding, all of that goes

times 10.

Okay, I'm going to stop off and get some gas and get some ranch sunflower seeds because

I have to have them on a road trip even though this is only two hours long.

I kind of feel so amped today, I feel like I just did a bump with John and Dorenda, another

tough subject that I will talk about later.

And um, check in in a bit.

Bridesilla out.

Still in traffic, still hating life, still optimistic.

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