Dear Julia Pernes, we regret to inform you that, of course you're in the band. You're the leader of the band. You're the most important person in the band. Without you, the band would not happen. Thank you, bye.

Your reply accidentally sounds a bit like the Mission Impossible, let's tape our self-destruct in 10 seconds. I mean, maybe you planned it to be like that. Um, I mean, I was happy being a groupie, but I mean, don't put the pressure on. I don't know, I don't want the pressure of being the leader of the band. Um, but maybe just, uh, some kind of, yeah, background figure. No, fuck it, I'll be the lead. No, fuck it, I don't know. I don't know, I'm too excited now. Sexual catnip, live.

Oh my god Mona, that is actually so funny because I was just talking about Macaulay Cochran and how I don't like him. So we can also have our singles be parents suck and I hate New York and hotel rooms are cool when you're left alone.

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