This post is dedicated to the 1000 shattered shards of my broken heart.
My consolations. Now is the time to plan a dramatic entrance for when the officiant says, "Speak now..." In fact, you could make up a bunch of different dramatic entrances and turn it into a blog entry.
Since it's a hollywood marriage, i'm sure it won't last, so you'll be able to swoop in, all large predatory bird-like and catch star on the rebound...
c monks, when I heard about Star and her beau and the proposal I felt such guilt over bugging you to keep her as your obsession. Please forgive me. Please tell me you really will survive and its not a stiff upper lip act to mask your hurt.
You are one class act.
I know it doesn't help in the slightest, but I am so sorry dude. You know what? Even though I was also one of those who urged you to continue your obsession with Star, I now see the error of my ways. Star Jones ain't nothin but a skank, C. An embarrassingly public proposal shows the shallowness of all those involved. I suggest peppermint schnapps and, I don't know, something to occupy your mind.
Sweet Jesus. My condolences, C. I hate lazy eyes! They're my kryptonite.
Hiya all: Thanks for your sentiments. A part of me still feels this is all just a bad dream. I've pinched myself over a hundred times already. It hurts, but I kinda like it, too. Anyway, I haven't given up hope yet. I mean, if you think about it it's really hard to believe. Star Jones married? No way. That's like saying that A-Rod is going to play for the Yankees, and we know that'll never happen. Right?
Oh dear God.
I suggest sending a long distance dedication via American Top 40. Did that Seacrest guy take over yet? It would be better coming from Casey, he has a way with the Long Distance Dedications.
I saw the story and my first and only thought was "Oh, man, I have to go see how Chris is handling the news."
C - keep in mind that it's ONLY an engagement at this point. There's still time for them to split...and also don't forget about Britney's quickie marriage...there's definitely hope in all of this. Star might just wake up tomorrow, realize the error of her choice, and show up on your doorstep begging forgiveness (insert concerned look as to Mrs. CMonks' reaction.)
