TODAY we get to see Robert Pattinson in the sparkly stone cold flesh when we stalk him outside The Today Show. By the time you are reading this, we will have woken up at an obscenely early hour, primped as much as humanely possible at this kind of absurd time, and then slept-walked to Rockefeller Center, sign in hand, dignity tossed to the curb, ready to declare our undying love. Or at least ready to elbow some tweens to catch a glimpse of our man and maybe get on camera if we’re lucky. Wish us luck! The next time you hear from us, we will be women! Kidding. But our lives will be complete.
