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ROBIN

About Me


• i go thru lots of phases.
• i hate white sunglasses.
• i like making lists.
• i dislike people who i find to be a lot like me.
• i miss my bangs.
• i've never had a steady job.
• i respond to bribes.
• i learn from my mistakes.
• i've been told that i'm very facially expressive.
• i don't mean to be.
• i never lie.
• i'll admit it right after, if i do.
• i want to live in venice,ca.
• i used to be much more creative than i am now.
• i think it had to do with me having more faith in things.
• i like russian animation.
• my favorite is called "my green crocodile"
• i enjoy reading subtitles.
• even if they are in english.
• i don't like calling people on the phone.
• but i get extremely sad when no one calls me.
• i have lots of 'phobias'.
• i dream about my teeth a lot.
• i like browsing thru junk at thrift stores.
• i need to get out more.
• i feel like i live vicariously thru books sometimes.
• i used to think that Dangerous Angels was my bible.
• i own 2 graphic novels.
• i don't like fairies as much as i used to.
• i don't bite my nails anymore.
• i love driving.
• but i am always lost.
• i feel like nearly all of my 'friends' use me.
• or take advantage of the fact that i will always be there.
• i've tried talking to them about it.
• but it still happens.
• i hate to cry in public.
• it usually occurs in the shower.
• i feel like scalding hot water is somehow more 'cleansing'.
• i like to smell my food.
• i wont eat anything that has onions in it.
• had onions in it.
• or was near onions.
• i hate onions.
• my mom tries to trick me by using the powdered kind.
• i always asked what part of the animal my meat came from.
• it would irritate my parents.
• i would not be tricked into eating lengua or tripas.
• i don't eat chunks of meat anymore.
• except in hamburger or pizza.
• i love pears.
• my aunt mary used to give them to me when i was little.
• i have purple walls in my bedroom.
• i used to hate pink.
• but i secretly like it now.
• i like musicals.
• i want to make a giant sand pendulum.
• i think that i am invisible sometimes.
• i would feel embarrassed over strange things when i was younger.
• for example the opening music to a movie or show.
• i procrastinate too much.
• i can't bring myself to throw anything away.
• i have homework from middle school boxed away someplace.
• i used to loath being photographed.
• i wonder if others see me, the way i see myself.
• i like to watch people.
• but not in the stalkery way.
• i like stuffed non-bear animals.
• i have a bunny-bee.
• they are the ones who 'pollenate' the cabbage patches.
• i like bracelets that make noise.
• i have lots of beads, but rarely make anything.
• i tend to buy things and leave them in the bags.
• i often buy things i don't really need.
• i hate shopping.
• but i love sales.
• i have lots of shoes that i will never wear.
• i have personal vendettas against inanimate objects and/or places.
• i love commercial songs.
• i used to want to be a writer.
• i felt that my life was tragic enough.
• now i just think my life is boring.
• i want to run away.
• but i don't want to do it alone.
• i hate when people say things, for the sake of saying them.
• i want to try glamour-bombs.
• because sometimes people need a little magic in their lives.
• i like blowing bubbles.
• thinking too much often makes me sad.
• i hate when people leave me hanging.
• i like the way spanish sounds when it's spoken to me.
• if i could sleep forever i could forget ..'bout everything.
• i have a big nose and i blame my parents entirely.
• i grew up listening to oldies 92.9.
• i wish i could find a place where advertisments didn't exist.
• da da da da da.. it's the muthafuckin' d-o double g.
• what what what what?
• i have never owned a copy of "the perks of being a wallflower".
• but it's one of my favorite books.
• i WILL try to convert you to incubus-ism.
• if you are nice to me, i will bake you cookies.
• it bothers me when people have bad spelling and/or grammar.
• i enjoy running around the house in my underwear when no one is home.
• i will most likely automatically like you if you appreaciate incubus.
• sometimes i get extremely lonely for conversation.
• i enjoy sitting with a pair of scissors and snipping split ends.
• if i find a really horrendous one, i WILL show it to the nearest person regardless of if they care.
• i like the howling sound the wind makes thru doors and windows.
• photobooth pictures make me happy.
• i think icecream tastes much better when eaten directly from the box.
• i think chocolate malted crunch shakes taste like easter.
• and scotch tape smells like christmas.
• i try really hard to hide my dissapointment.
• i have had purple hair.
• and cupcake pink too.
• i think all malls are exactly the same.
• i absolutely loath super-glueing my fingers together.
• almost more than stepping on slugs barefoot.
• i wanna skank everywhere.
• but i think i ought to practice more first.
• i love face-paint.
• i think everyone should read the little prince.
• i can't stand angry flies.
• i like to brush my teeth while i condition my hair.
• i am accident prone.
• i love oki-dog.
• it makes me happy to listen to vintage records.
• i love thrift store books.
• especially when they have things written in them.
• it makes me happy when i eat kix and they fill up with milk.
• dark chocolate fixes everything.
• i love songs that have "sha la la la's" in them.
• i have found that red trucks make me nervous.
• i believe in happiness.
• it's fleeting, but it still exists.
• sometimes i wonder if Time is our god.
• i absolutely love birthday tea.
• and special surprise candles.
• i instantly hate my hair once i've had it cut
• then about 2 days later i decide it's fantastic.
• i'm on the verge of cutting my bangs.
• i'll probably end up hiding the scissors from myself.
• i miss IFC short film showcase.
• i love peach season.
• i've noticed that drunk people are extremely friendly.
• or complete assholes.
• or passed out..
• and then it's hard to tell for certain.
• i've learned that you can't ever go back.
• only forward.
• i've discovered that certain songs without lyrics are capable of describing how i feel perfectly.
• i was thinking that pretty soon, children will not know what it's like to grow up in the valley surrounded by vineyards, orchards, trees, and plants.
• they'll grow up believing there was always a starbucks on every corner.
• i don't believe in politics.
• or vacuums.
... more to come as I realize them

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i'm stuck here waiting for a passing feeling...

- i have caught up on my sleep.- two weeks of madness can be compacted into four days.- there is a big price for a little normalcy.- i've yet to find any kind of equilibrium.- if someone tells you tha...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Jul 2009 23:44:00 GMT

nothing

laying in bed saturday morninglast nights eyeliner is smudgedmeow is taking refuge in my bedroomthe fan is on the lowest settingmom is talking to my aunt on the phonerecounting how i learned to walkon...
Posted by on Sat, 30 May 2009 21:20:00 GMT

love is a new book

and i've spent the entire morning reading...
Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 13:00:00 GMT

Kozmic Blues

Something my mother used to say, "Janis, think before you speak." And I used to say, "Why? Why, man, because if I'm going to speak, why should I hold back?" Well, maybe there's something to be said fo...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 01:53:00 GMT

Close to you


Posted by on Thu, 09 Apr 2009 00:25:00 GMT

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me: we're driving and mom says, "i think you have the right-of-way" and i say, "mom- I AM the right-of-way".elliott: wowelliott: pretty epic there robinme: i thought so too.
Posted by on Sat, 14 Feb 2009 00:40:00 GMT

winter

he is the sun i stare blindly atfiltering thru the foghe is the warmthin the coldest seasonhe is the constanton even the most haphazard dayand he has absolutely no ideahe has absolutely no idea
Posted by on Sat, 07 Feb 2009 19:32:00 GMT

Remember to Breathe

[ on letting go ]   we went our seperate ways long agoyou'd make an appearance in my worldat whatever [in]convienent momentand i'd hold you like a breathtrying to keep you just a little longerbut...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Nov 2008 02:56:00 GMT

Silencio

Un día estaré muerta, blanca como la nieve,dulce como los sueños en la tarde que llueve. Un día estaré muerta, fría como la piedra,quieta como el olvido, triste como la hiedra. Un día habré logrado el...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Oct 2008 07:02:00 GMT

on happiness

happiness is objective it does not wait for the right time to manifest itself or disappear
Posted by on Wed, 01 Oct 2008 03:03:00 GMT