From roughly 1996-2001 I had a royal obsession. My walls were plastered with his face, I wrote him a letter, and we had a club. stalker.much. A little tiny piece of me died yesterday...the piece of me that seriously thought I would be Queen (an intriguing and terrifying thought no doubt). AND NOW he's marrying a brunette he's dated for 8 years in 2011...coincidence?...I think not...
It probably wouldn't have worked...shes got a good 6 inches on me and I'm not a very good skiier. Needless to say my obsession is back in full force. I was concerned the wedding would be October 29 and that I would have to DVR. Now that that bullet is dodged I just hope we don't pick the same dress....or jewels. I love moments like this, it makes me feel so eighties.
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