Officially disguised as a Canadian
This embittered queen (see below about weddings) needs to move out of his house which he has been living in with his ex for the last year. No, he's not coping well. If you know of any place I can move to in the next two weeks, I'd be most grateful. Rosebank, Illovo, Hyde Park, or Parkhurst are all possibilities at the moment.
Well, last week I was too shocked to actually write anything about this, but now it's time. My so-called best friend, whom I've known and been friends with since 1991, is getting married next year August. The only reason it's only next year is because his fiancee's mother only said she could marry after she turns 21. It gets better. I have always been nominated as the best man for his wedding, and vice versa. Now, when I think "best man", I think ringbearer, speaker, sometimes even master of ceremonies.