Bah. I'm putting a password section on my site where people I know and trust can see the sensitive stuff, such as my journals and other personal stuff.
posted by robin zing 6:42 PM
Thursday, May 10, 2001
Thursday, May 03, 2001
Wednesday, April 11, 2001
Your fingers, between forever and a promise We've been moving into the house and I've been working every day. I am now making potato soup.
Saturday, March 03, 2001
-234am, 332001- So, I've been working more. And working, too, if you can imagine that. The house stuff is moving along really quickly, and I'm excited. I'm going to bed.
Friday, February 23, 2001
I played literati a lot tonight.. That and Malev again. I remember when I was the eternal guest Harque. I'm not anymore. All of Brad's characters are girls.. I always find that so amusing. Maybe Farley should have been a girl. Heh. I watched the Grammy's the other night, like most of America. I was truly amazed at how well the big controversial performance came off. It was strangely powerful, and it even sort of gave NAD chills. That's a feat in itself. Crazy NAD. Someone jacked my mom's credit card number somehow earlier this year sometime, and apparently charged a bunch of porn and sex phone calls and stuff, and we were all really pissed off. It seems like a bunch of stuff is punching us in the face on the way towards getting out of here. It's fucking irritating. She called the company and fixed everything, I guess. Stupid stuff. Anyway, I'm going to bed in a minute. I just wanted to update and stuff. Go read Bruno. It's all cool right now. Love.
and I think it may be you-
unknowing and afraid.
you stay where you are,
and everything should be fine.
posted by robin zing 2:33 PM
elevator head,
and a dose of monthly cramps.
i need sleep.
posted by robin zing 3:50 AM
between forever and a promise
posted by robin zing 1:51 AM
we dance under the naked moon
I can fly in your embrace.
gentle and warm.
Your hair,
soft and dark.
Your lips
against mine.
I can fly in your kiss.
I bathe in our rhythm.
I can fly in your arms.
-148am, 4112001-
you come to me like a thief in the night,
posted by robin zing 2:29 AM
cliche and cold from the rain.
my fingers search idly to find your back
but you're gone
and you've taken everything.
So, so much going on. Work's been slow the last couple of nights, so I've been straightening videos a lot. Tonight I actually sealed magazines for Scott. That took up most of the night, so I was only bored for about 20 minutes or so. Yeah, I know. The details are thrilling.
posted by robin zing 2:56 AM
