once my friend and i got so obsessed with the manic street preachers, that we started talking about silly things we would like to do. like be the person who puts the boa on nicky wire's mikestand, or help him put on his necklace.
i find myself in the same situation with mika, having clourful and elaborate daydreams about shopping for clothes with him. i'd love to say "i love your colourful t's, but the striped trousers are banned!"
but what really scares me is that i would like to do his laundry. i don't know why.