according to a certain trashy tome, you are marrying john james preston.
just one question: does big know?
anywhere you like.  and you know the rule -- the person on page six pays for lunch.
you forgot to charge us for the gaggle of gays.
 and the right dress.
when i get married, i'm wearing something like that. but bigger.
don't call me a queen.
looks like someone had breakfast at tiffany.
i know, but for carrie's sake i've decided to ignore your attitude.
they're probably stuck in traffic.
he's not here yet.
happy new year -- we're having a fabulous time. the only thing missing is you. come.
oh.  okay. you're not really writing are you?
no. rescue me. it's very forced festive.
well.  better a bronte sister than a hilton sister.