omg omg omg!

I met one of my full-on rockstar dreamdudes today, Josh Homme of Queens of the Stone Age. I had to act all mellow and professional, when really I wanted to flying-squirrel leap out of my chair and attach myself to him. I fucking love this dude, his talent, his charismatic rocker way and the fact that he dates a bad-ass chick . I just want to party with this dude until we pass out, sweating. Is that so wrong?