robin and i are having a text fest right now about the opportunities we're missing because she lives 1 day, 17 hours away. namely... the dashboard confessional show going down just a few minutes down the road.... but turns out..... a 29 year old teen emo punk lover only comes once every 2,500 miles.
i need her.
we need to watch hoarders and real housewives together.
we need to shop at j.crew and anthropologie together.
and we need to fix ourselves a plate of pork and bell peppers for dinner together.
hoo-rah.
for the record: my teen emo punk love doesn't extend any further than dashboard confessional.
i feel like that needs to be made clear.
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