You know all tall brunette girls with this haircut?
I LOVE THEM but I don't know any, so this qualifies this love as unrequited? There were scores of them at the Conor Oberst gig I went to recently and I almost died of an indie boy heart attack. By law, all of these ladies listen to M. Ward every night before bed, light scented candles instead of lamps at night, drink coffee, look good in jeans, and write indie pop songs on ukeleles. I am yet to befriend one. There's none in any of my college classes. One of them started talking to me about Daniel Johnston in a bar one night and I was so scared that I just offered some piss-poor reply about how one of my friends likes Daniel Johnston too.