This hand. This hand here. The one typing? Just.touched.Bono.
NO, NOT THAT WAY! Shook hands.
Got to ask him all the questions that I've been saving up since the beginning of school...well, one question, one person-in-common. (Damn, I hope he doesn't read this blog. If he does, Hi! I'll find out what the name of the house is!)
I'm just saying. They flock to me. They do. Maybe it's better that I don't show up at the awards. I'll be having a competition with Milan for flirting. Or starfucking. But there won't be any stars there, other than Twenty, right?