I used to love U2. I mean really love them. I recently came upon a treasure in the basement. My scrapbook that I made in 9th grade. It's all about u2. It comes complete with a history of U2, lyrics, and drawings by moi!
notice the lyrics to silver and gold are written in silver and gold pen. I know, AWESOME!
I was just a little humiliated. Holy cow. I was a dork.
I still do like U2 but I save my love and obsession for things like people. And desserts ;)
Sunday, September 27, 2009
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I had the same type of book, only mine was Backstreet Boys!!!
That is awesome. And hilarious. And strangely reminiscent of something my sister would have done (or did, more likely). :) I'm seriously so glad you shared!
So how come you didn't show the picture of you on stage singing with Bono and grabbing his butt? Or is that for your R rated blog? (why oh why do Mom's have to embarrass their kids? Because you did it to us first! LOL)
First of all--I love your mom. She rocks!
Second--this is vaguely familiar. Why don't I have one too? haha I love it and am dying to see this.
As for my U2 love... weird how it has really diminished over the years. I don't even care about the new album at all. Is that weird?
Oh mom, I shoot for R ratings. If I had pictures of me grabbing Bono's butt I would have posted them. I think they are in storage somewhere.
Ah, I hate my life. Why doesn't Bono ever respond to my letters? When will he discover that we are meant to be....sigh.
You could show pictures of the license plate holder that mentioned said butt grabbing incident. That's kind of proof isn't it? Or did Stewart make you throw it away? I know he hated driving your car while it was on it. Hey, this is fun remembering all old times.
That is so cool! The things we had time for back in the day.
... and I'd be digging up the photo of you and Bono. That should be a treasured heirloom. I know the one I got in my Christmas card that year is a treasures heirloom in my family... and you're not even in my family.
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