"Breaking Up is Hard to Do" (unless you married a schmuck).

Good Evening Bloggers,

I suppose it was inevitable, but the news I never wanted to hear came across the AP Wire today.

Kevin Federline, fresh off the success of his smash hit "PopoZao", is divorcing the well-known Queen of the Double Wides Britney Spears.

Actually, in the interest of full disclosure, Ms. Spears is divorcing Mr. Federline. In further interest of full disclosure, Mr. Federline is not fresh off the success of anything, including a shower by my estimation of every photo I've ever seen of him.

Yes folks the relationship that couldn't possibly last is now over.

How, in the name of God (however you may define him/her) can I possibly believe in love if these two crazy kids can't make it work?

You know, I probably should have seen this coming. After all, Brit rushed into this marriage just months after the annulment of her first marriage, an actual Las Vegas wedding chapel job with a childhood friend.

Meanwhile, K-Fed dumped his girlfriend, the quite pregnant Shar Jackson, to run off into marital bliss with Britney. I guess the only surprises would be just how long the marriage did last, the fact not one but two progeny are the result and further that both children are actually still alive. It's also worth noting no animals were injured in the process of this marriage.

I know I shouldn't let this get to me, but I can't help myself. I was already reeling from the news about Neil Patrick Harris being a bone smoker. Add in the Brit/K-Fed news and this is turning into one fucked up week.

You know, I'd like to write more, but I'm really upset. Check back in tomorrow. Maybe I'll feel well enough to write more about my feelings.

Oh, and don't forget to vote.

JeffRey