dear robin...

Dear vodkaboobs, i mean, robin,


this is my face when you aren't on gchat because you're off oggling male strippers for 48 hours   doing wholesome, non-bachelorette, non-smuggling-in-alcohol things on a boring cruise ship without me...

but seriously, i hope you ladies have fun! 

and there aren't any strippers 

or penis shaped things.

because that's gross.

vodka boobs, however, vodka boobs are not gross.

(and now you have to blog about vodka boobs, or readers will be P-I-S-E-D!)

love,

ash

Dear Robin..

... i love you.

thank you for being my friend.

thank you for the past ten or so years.

thank you for introducing me to double dream hands

and happy cinco de drinko!

Dear Robin...

...the clouds in the sky remind me of you today...

...and this line:

"my mama gone you can spend the night, ya heard me.."

(:

dear robin...

every time one of these fools come on the radio

i cant help but blast it

and dance around rapping my white girl heart out..

(although, technically, i'm Latina.. samba my heart out? cha-cha my heart out? oh i got it- SELENAAAS my heart out..)

but it's NEVER the same as it is when we drive together..

can we say random road trips to SD?!

(i guess gwen stefani should be in here, too.. but she's a white woman...

..and that's racist)

{inside joke}