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Double espresso? Check. Mascara? Check. Spunky polka dot top? Check. Punk rock blasting while I'm waiting for a cute guy to pick me up? Cheeeeck! I think I'm finally ready for a Friday night where I don't have to work at the gyno. Oh, life, sometimes I do love you. Now, if only you could please make sure that the Descendents tour while I am still young enough and dumb enough to make my way to the front, fist-pump and sing along at a show, my love for you would not be quite so sporadic...