I love you lot. You know I do. I don't mind you wandrering around my head being loud and obnoxious and mixing in ways you should never, ever be mixed. Just. Do me some favours, yeah?
Firstly, if you're gonna be having weird, random conversations, could you not tell me about them unless they have some sort of story-like context? Things like this:
Em: "James, man, she's right. You really shouldn't be allowed to dress yourself."are not really of any use at all.
James: "What's it to you, runt?"
Em: "I'm just saying, yo."
Secondly, I don't mind you singing, not even when you insist on doing it badly (yeah, I'm looking at you here, Lars) or singing the same song over and over and over again, but do it one at a time, please? One Wild Night and Wild Honey do not mix, okay Jon and Bono? And neither do you two, btw.
Man. Muses. I'm telling you.
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*kicks Bono* Get away from Lance. Now. Before JC goes all ballistic on you.
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I'm working on Bono/JC. Heh. Rawr.