And now I feel sorry for Sarah Larson . . .

Gorgeous George has broken up with the chick whose toe he broke in a motorcycle accident. And heart also, I'm now assuming. I mean really, regardless of hot you might be or however many other adorable handsome witty men you might date in the future, when this guy :

"hi, I have an Oscar and I'm wearing the tux just for TallulahBelle"

*swoon*

breaks up with you, I don't care WHO you are, you have the consumation of a LOT of chocolate, weeping on your girlfriends shoulders for the next seven months straight and developing an aversion to men in suits with awesome hair, in your future.

You may never be able to watch a movie again.

EVER.

So Sarah Larson, where ever you are (and I'm assuming it's huddled up in the foetal position and sobbing for your mother - it's what I would do if The Clooney broke up with me), you have my utmost sympathies. Stay strong girl, there are plenty of slightly less perfect or awesome fish in the Hollywood sea. Sure, it'll be a step down from what you're used to, but hey! You got to be with a god for longer than anyone in recent The Clooney History other than his pet pig, Max. And while it may not feel like it right now; you got lucky, you hit the jackpot, you won the dating lottery!! It ends for us all and you have to take the lows with the highs.

Are you at least a pretty crier?

Chin up, chook.

TallulahBelle

xx