Hold me closer, Tiny Harmonica

A: Not even as Mikael Blomkvist?

M: He is tolerable in that photo? I think because he's not looking at me with those cray cray eyes. MUST WE? AGAIN?

A: OH I'M SORRY. LETS TALK ABOUT YOUR CRYBABY BOYFRIEND SOME MORE.

M: That guy gave me the willies. I still haven't recovered.

A: Somewhere he is requesting that it put the lotion in the basket.

M: And he's knitting me a sweater made of human hair. MY HAIR.

A: THAT IS WHAT'S IN THE BRIEFCASE.

M: Dude, don't make me say it again: BARBIES.

A: BARBIES NESTLED IN YOUR HAIR.

Okay, I just grossed myself out.

M: Seriously, I feel like I am gagging up a hairball. Jesus.

A: This won't help:

http://thedanielcraigfixation.tumblr.com/

At least they're different denims? Still.

M: HAHAHAHAHA. I think the braided belt is my favorite part. No wait, it's the jaunty newscap. NO WAIT BOTH.

A: It's really bad, right? I mean, usually he looks okay but that is SO NOT OKAY.

M: I hate to tell you, but other than the hilarious outfit, this is how I always see him.

A: Undo! UNDO!

M: Well hello there, husband of mine.

A: We could just photoshop out the guy in the middle here:

M: What guy in the middle?

A: That sweet little girl-man? There between our husbands?

M: Sorry, all I see is the man meat on the left there.

Good lord, man meat? What is WRONG with me?

A: Dude, who are you?

M: I don't even know any more. I am just going to go sit in the corner and play my tiny harmonica like the world's saddest hobo.