Truly, Madly, Deeply...Over It.
Sick, sick, SICK of looking at you. Sick of the magazine spreads, the paparazzi photos, the appearances in Toronto and L.A. You're everywhere, and you weren't that interesting to begin with. I realize you don't have real jobs, but please...go away. Get out of the spotlight. Find something to do that doesn't involve whoring your relationship. Basketweaving. Rhumba lessons. Underwater chess.
Just go. Now, before I start agreeing with the Republicans that gay marriage is a bad thing.