i can't post here anymore. once again, someone from the town i live in has found my blog, and it's really weird, because i haven't told anyone here about my blog, or invited them to read it, or anything. i even have very little identifying information associated with my profile, so that means they've done some specific searching for me. that creeps me out. people i trust wouldn't sneak around and stalk me. and i know they're not trying to find me because i'm an interesting blogger. they're just looking for dirt. they've used it against me before, they'll do it again.
they may think they're clever for finding me, but i think it's slimy. either idenify yourself, or leave me alone!! man, i'm so sick of this. my RL is a horrible, emotional cage already. i don't need RL people following me around cyberspace chasing me back into the cage.
no one wants to watch videos of my cats, i'm sure, but this is for deborah. it's stanford drinking from the bathtube faucet.
i'm aware that anything i say about my cats is sure to pin me as a crazy cat lady. it's not that i'm a crazy cat lady. it's just, i've lived with them for probably almost 13 years now. i know them well. they are a huge and close part of my life. when i think of them, i think of me. i'm not afraid of losing their love, or ruining my relationship with them. the only way i'll lose them is if they die, and they can't help that. i don't trust in them for emotional support, or shopping companionship. i just know they're there, and they're a constant in my life. i need that stability, and as incommunicative as they are (or seem to be, to the outside world), we're a team. they're my family. i know that sounds weird, especially if you don't have pets and aren't really an animal person.
also, my parents just bought a 30-foot long camper trailer. we're all making plans about trips we're going to take with it. i might even be able to talk my sweet dad into helping me take it on my own little trip so i can stay somewhere by myself. if i can afford it, and if i stay in michigan, i know he'll help me. i have him wrapped around my little finger. i'm thinking a music festival, a 30-ft camper trailer, and being off somewhere by myself away from home, would be really nice. in fact, if i could leave tomorrow, i would. if you want to view the video my dad took so that i could see the inside, it's here. he keeps saying he'll probably take it down soon. ah, sure, he's really into technology and stuff, but i still have to teach him the ins and outs of youtubes and photobuckets and (hopefully someday) msn live messengers. i'm not even going to mention facebook to him. ;o) anyway, i think i have him convinced that it's not neccessary to take it down after awhile.
dad: yeah, i'll probably take it down in a little bit
me: why??
dad: well, who wants to watch that?
me: ...? (me!!)
dad: wow, i have 7 views
me: cool
dad: i wonder who's watching it
me: i don't know...
dad: i did send it to [your sister] and the rest of my family
me ...?? uh. maybe it's them, then...
dad: yeah, i guess so.
now we know where my sister gets it.
funniest thing i've seen in a long time. it made me laugh 'til i couldn't feel my cheeks anymore, the kind of laugh that makes you feel like you're frowning after awhile because you're laughing so hard. i love cats. they're so hillarious.
knowing that everything is all right
to the core
so close that door
is this happening?
my breath is on your hair
i'm unaware
that you opened the blinds and let the city in
god, you held my hand
and we stand
just taking in everything
and i knew it from the start
so my arms are open wide
your head is on my stomach
and we're trying so hard not to fall asleep
but here we are
on this 18th floor balcony
we're both flying away
so we talk about moms and dads
about family pasts
just getting to know where we came from
our hearts were on display
for all to see
i can't believe this is happening to me
i raised my hand as if to show you that i was yours
that i was so yours for the taking
i'm so yours for the taking
that's when i felt the wind pick up
i grabbed the rail while choking up
these words to say and then you kissed me
and i'll try to sleep
to keep you in my dreams
'til i can bring you home with me
i'll try to sleep
and when i do, i'll keep you in my dreams
~justin furstenfeld, blue october
"nothing seems to fit me right.
the less i wear, the more comfortable i feel."
sunday in the park with george
there was another robinism i had collected, and i just found it this morning:
Me: so, do you have any big plans for Cinco de Mayo?
R: when's that?
i got another myspace message from a rock staaaar. well, i mean, i am cool, and all that. what rock star wouldn't want to send me messages?!
anyways, he said he would send me one of his demo tracks by email, because i like the song, and it's not produced or published, or whatever you call it, and therefore not available for purchase. because of his kind generosity, i would like to tell you all his name (Vince Freeman!), and tell you to go visit his myspace page, and especially listen to the song Bricks and Paper Shops, which i will soon be listening to for free. you gotta love the indies. they work hard for their fans, and in turn, their fans love and support them. which i will now be doing for Vince Freeman. not sure i really have money, yet, to buy his whole EP, but hey. he's on my list.
so, thank you, Vince Freeman! i promise not to stalk you, but only support you in positive ways. heh. you can take that to the bank.
...i sound like i'm drunk, don't i? i'm not. -hic- no, seriously, i'm not.
i've been collecting what i like to call "robinisms", and thought post some of them tonight.
Me: what are those things that make you feel like penguins are skiing down your back??
S: york peppermint patties?
Me: YES! peppermint patties!
R: I thought you meant vodka.
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"a girl's gotta draw a line in the sand somewhere..."
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hmm, i thought there was one more, but i can't find it. maybe next time...
i meant to take a photo of myself winking, but i'm thinking it's better viewed as a picasso impression.
