Saxy Peeplez.

The hideous little alien (whom I'm often forced to call 'sister') dragged me to this wedding I had no intention of going to. I'm here, anyway. So... MY EYES ARE BLURRING WITH ALL THE GAWLDUN AND PINAK GEELTUR that people are passing off as their clothes. I swear, they're wearing gold and red glitter. And glitter. With open, unadorned, bushy, not straightened hair down to their fucking ankles. Chum, chum, chum. Geeltur, geeltur. And I'm sitting right beside the spikker. Vot fun. With my mom and an aunty for kompany. I know novun here. Oh yes, the hideous little ALEEYUN TOO. Who has a dupatta on her head and is singing and bouncing in her seat to 'ye ishq haye, bethe bithaye, jannat dikhaye, haan'. God. I vonna to go hawm.