dont be a jerk

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yo your ring is alsolute shit guess he didn't think you were worth a better ring. matches your tacky plastic personality to be honest and you're hella cheap looking too

If you think this bothers me you’re fucking insane, but since I have been asked pleasantly and politely about my ring a couple of times now, I may as well address it for you, the piece of shit who spends their Friday nights trying to shit on people happier than themselves ;)

I don’t like diamonds. 

I don’t even like the idea of being ‘engaged’ really; we have had the plan to get married in Vegas since Valentines Day 2015 (over a year ago for ur lil brain), and it was never ever important to me to have a ring to signify that commitment/plan/whatever. Andrew recently told me, however, since his family is a) much bigger and b) slightly more conventional than mine, he felt like he wanted to ~do it properly~ with a cute proposal, changing our Facebook status, etc. I never knew it was important to him, but as soon as he told me, I got excited too, to match his excitement and also because I like attention.

He would have spent a fuckload of money on a massive expensive ring for me if that’s what I wanted, however he has known since before we even had our marriage plan that I fucking hate diamonds. I think they’re ugly and boring, I know they’re unethical as all hell and I cannot imagine anything more self involved and fucking basic than wearing the product of the literal enslavement of another human being as a symbol of fucking love.

I think the concept of ‘engagement’ is completely fucking fake and arbitrary, so why would I want to contribute aaaanything to that industry by buying into the illusion of glamour surrounding it? Once again; basic. as. fuck.

The proposal wasn’t a surprise to me.

Nor was the ring. I chose the ring, 24 hours before the proposal.

Andrew asked me DOZENS of times whether I wanted something more expensive/more traditional/more fancy/whatever. I said no DOZENS of times. I’m not a fucking basic ass ho, some shit in a blue box from Tiffany wouldn’t make me happy.

As for the money side of things, since you mentioned me being ‘cheap’ or whatever - 

My wedding is gonna be a tacky, hilarious amazing evening full of cocktails and an Elvis Presley impersonator. We’re eloping. You’re totally right, it’ll cost less than $1000 all up and my dress, which is already hanging in my closet, cost me $50 from some nice chick on Gumtree. Score.

The ‘honeymoon’, though?

The seven week long inter-continental trip of a fucking lifetime, during which we will visit over ten cities, see and do shit we’ve been wanting to do for years and have the time of our fucking lives?

The budget for that is around $60,000, paid for entirely by Andrew and myself.

If you think a blood diamond is more important than the memories we’ll create during that time, than setting ourselves up for life buying property, than having fun, staying true to ourselves and doing everything exactly the way we want for the rest of our lives, then me and my $90 engagement ring will be laughing at you, lil piggy, alllll the way home.

Also I know who this is, do you need me to mail you a new box of blue hair dye to make yourself feel better about your shit life lol? Bye bitch.