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I met Mike Dirnt.
MIKE FUCKING DIRNT!
I am now the proud owner of a signed copy of
the American Idiot Special Edition, as well
as 1039/Smoothed Out Slappy Hours.
I could die tomorrow, and it'd be quite alright.
I'd be perfectly happy. Completely and utterly content.
Because I can say that I met Mike Fucking Dirnt,
one of the greatest bassists on this planet, and a
man I have idolized for the past 12 years.
I shook the man's hand. I talked to him. He looked me
in the eyes, and actually said something back to me.
He even laughed at something I said.
I almost crumbled into a puddle of liquid fangirl.
More to come. I promise. Because I can't keep this
to myself. No way in hell.
MIKE FUCKING DIRNT!
I am now the proud owner of a signed copy of
the American Idiot Special Edition, as well
as 1039/Smoothed Out Slappy Hours.
I could die tomorrow, and it'd be quite alright.
I'd be perfectly happy. Completely and utterly content.
Because I can say that I met Mike Fucking Dirnt,
one of the greatest bassists on this planet, and a
man I have idolized for the past 12 years.
I shook the man's hand. I talked to him. He looked me
in the eyes, and actually said something back to me.
He even laughed at something I said.
I almost crumbled into a puddle of liquid fangirl.
More to come. I promise. Because I can't keep this
to myself. No way in hell.