Natalie Wants to Kiss David
I think about that too. Like, when we had Justin Bieber in the car, like, I'm just like— and then I stopped. I like, I was recording, then I stopped hitting record, or I stopped it, and I was like, did it actually— like, just, it's in there now? Like, it's just like a really weird thing to think. It's like, it's— we got it, and like, it'll stay there. And then I literally, I treat the fucking— like, the camera— like it's like a bag full of poop. Like, I'm holding it like a couple inches away from my fucking face so I don't get any moisture on or anything. I get it straight to the computer and like preserve the footage. Um, but no, no, now he's been like really working at that bit. So that was a funny example. But yeah, I was just like stressed out going into it. Yeah, that feels so good though. I really wish I was just sitting, sitting in the back. But also, fuck, would I ever be able to plan a bit like the actual logistics, conversations with other adults?