Happy Bono Licking Day!

Yay! Woo hoo! Bono Licking Day! It's finally here! I'll be on the 11 o'clock Bono Licking Ferry to Bono Licking Land today! I'm so excited. Really. All aflutter. Could you tell? I was sad yesterday because they had a thing in Vancouver (to be known henceforth as Bono Licking Land) where the first 4,000 people to some place (I'm hazy on the details okay, is that a problem? You wanna go?!) got some wristband thingy (and who doesn't love a wristband thingy?) that got them into the place (wherever it was) to watch my boyfriend (my rockstar boyfriend, not my scary, liquor store or video store boyfriends because who wants to watch them?) make a video with those other guys who follow him around with instruments and bad hair. And I wasn't there. Hence the sadness. I was here. Hence the deeper sadness. I'm emotionally scarred. But a good solid night of Bono Licking should perk me right back up. That's licking with a capital "L". I don't really know what that means but it seems important to specify. Did I mention that I'm going to see Bono tonight? Because I am. In case I didn't mention. Tee hee. Crap. What am I going to wear? Seriously. I don't know if I have any suitable Bono Licking apparel. I'll have to buy some new panties to throw on the stage. Maybe leopard print since I'm a cougar and all. Growwwwwl. I'm going to stop now.

PS. Woo hoo! Bono Licking Day!