My longtime soccer boyf is going off the market this weekend.
That's right. Little Xavi Shortpants is getting married to his girlfriend Nuria this weekend.
You guys, I don't know whether to laugh, cry, throw glitter in the air, or curl up in the fetal position.
I'm super happy for him, BUT I never thought I'd live to see the day. I had him down in my book as a foreversingle just like me and now he's getting married and I just... I just... I just don't know about this. I hate changes. I hate people growing up and being adults and doing adult things while I'm still back here living like a perpetual 13 year old.
It's the shits.
I bet he's going to look super hot in his wedding outfit. I hope it looks something like this:
If I were a guest at the wedding, I would probably show up in something like this get-up:
In deep mourning, you guys.
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