It would seem that my goal is to make all of my loved ones hate me by August 1… Can’t write/shower/be a productive member of society today, I’m too busy forcing my parents and fiancé into wedding DIY indentured servitude. Welcome bag assembly, here we come! TONY, DO YOU STILL WANT TO MARRY ME????

{A portion of the wreckage, staged artfully beneath the creepiest child portraits you will ever see}