I have done it

Today I have reached a new level of star-fuckedness.

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?

What's that again?

A post on another blog I'm on (yes, I'm cheating on all of you) questioned what the piece of music is in an advert.  This twigged something in the ol' brain; I had just read something about a webpage that lists music from adverts.  Of course, the brain couldn't go further than "Hey, I remember I saw that...it was.....www.......um.......something catchy....."  so I use my googlefu.

I find this.    Oh, going to waste important time on this site, I can feel it.