bono. he just might be teh sex again.

but i haven't decided quite yet.

back in the day? when he was irish (as opposed to now when he's all cool, and aloof, and hollywood), and angry? oh, he was just lovely.

pre-sunglass bono.

i saw him in concert. well, adam clayton was there. and the edge. leon, by the way, feels compelled to make some karate chop sideways hand voguing move every time he say "he edge." in the name of love? chills. CHILLS., i tell you.

i waited. the exact moment when he ran his hand through his hair and pulled out his ponytail. dayum, son. the testosterone was palpable.

leon says that he much prefers their experimental stage. blech. leon is so wrong. now, i'm all about live and let live when it comes to musical taste. but he is dead wrong about this.

sure i love his whole save the people of africa thing. i'm a fan of africa. and those of african decent. but, unlike my hatred of andi mcdowell, which colors every movie i see her in...this 'cause of his does not move me.

i saw him on that horrible johnny cash tribute yesterday. i'll begrudgingly give him a little credit.

beneath those glasses. the spiffy suit. the glam rocker. he exists. the angry young guy in the blue jeans. who runs his hand through his hair and makes me shiver. plus his music is getting better.

i might not toss him out of bed after all...