Sinister: should i talk about music, should i talk about love, cars, drugs or parties?

[rrrrobyn]

sinister!

all tomorrow's ink polaroids:
i don't actually have any ink polaroids, but i have a lot of sinister
ink digital video footage. i like to 'take a moment' just as anyone
else does, but nobody and nothing wants to hold a bluddy pose for me.
i don't know. it's indicative of something, of course, like my
current state of being or whatever. which is boring, so nevermind.
more later, etc.

weekend of rawk:
i had quite the weekend. i even rode in a limo (for freeee). and had
an early morning fire on the beach. it started off innocently enough
with an early show: cornelius! who is totally rad and guitar rock and
pop and electro at the same time. whoo! with great synced up video
action too. after that the night became one of those nights where you
end up not only being in constant motion yourself but also not
staying in the same general location for more than 2 hours (or, in
some cases, 30 minutes) - all very action-adventure. i even got to
kick some hippie-ravers out of a party! (half-naked hippie-ravers,
get out of the bathtub and go home! no, i will not give you a hug;
you have interrupted my dancing too much already. plus, you are wet.)
anyway, so not only did i get to see the sun rise over the city and
the mountains and the ocean, but i also rediscovered the *greatness*
of arling & cameron's album "all in". classic! everyone should own
it!

foodness:
i've been eating something which was conjured up by the one-and-only
idleberry and it's devine: toast with mustard, ham and cheese, under
the grill. yum. she suggests apples too, under the cheese, but i keep
not having apples in the house (b/c uncooked they give me headaches,
sadly.) but that would be really good. i love new food ideas that
only take seconds to prepare yet taste gourmet. (i kick it up a
notch* with gouda, of course. and black forest ham. and dijon. and
sprouted grain bread. avocado on the side perhaps. pure class,
y'all.)

the truth is out there:
i met a music editor (for a magazine) on saturday night and almost
everything he mentioned i knew, like labels even. this was weird b/c
how do i know all this stuff? i don't even think i try. (like, how do
i know about felix da housecat? which i only mention b/c that's where
my oh so apt subject heading is from.) i so totally am a victim of
alien visitation. they've implanted me with enough knowledge and
ability to impress myself**, but not enough to impress others.
fucking aliens, will they ever get it right? garrr. come back here
while i shake my fist at you!

ooh ooh!:
yesterday i walked with a co-worker to the mall and went to the boys'
dept of zellers and found all these *fantastic* t-shirts! for $10
each! and no tax b/c they're kids' clothes! i bought three. and they
all have excellent dragons&fire&robots-type plasticky designs on
them. it was an unbelievable discovery, even in the terrible
fluorescent discount department store light. they are my
back-to-school clothes. hurrah! these t-shirts are possibly the best
shopping discovery of my life. i even got one in *red*. with fire and
skulls and also a *flame* up one arm. now imagine that with a skirt
and my red boots! it is the outfit of RAWK!***

yeah, so this is my last post from the west coast. as of friday night
i will no longer be your sinister gal in vancouver. sigh. end of an
era. sigh. gawd, i went to the cafeteria at work today and got
nostalgic... mm hm.

that's probably it.
robyn

p.s. they were playing eminem in the limo. hahahaha! oh, man.
p.p.s. haha, marianna totally loves corey haim for eva. :)
etc. - amy needs a tattoo! everyone needs a tattoo!
- sgs, you are right: closure is a farce (but memory repression works
wonders). unless i have triplets and start thinking daytime tv is
better than the interweb, i'm never gonna leave sinister. neva! (to
which: a chorus of 'fuck...' with a few prayers for triplets.)
- r.whitecastle, i'm going to need some cold hard evidence of your
existence. it's the iguanas what make me wonder. (oh, not that it
matters really, reality being the thing it is. or isn't.)

* this would be funny if you heard me say it in real life. 
** most likely the root of all my problems. (were i able to recognize
my problems, of course.)
***whoa, i'm totally wearing that to the le tigre show. plus red
underthings even if it isn't this sunday.

=====
I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright
~~~
Robyn Fadden    rfadden at yahoo.com    Vancouver, BC


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