Robyn & Karlie's rules for dating (Part 1)

Lately Karlie and I have been pondering qualities in mates and/or general rules for dating. We have decided upon the following:

(1) Commenting on our body parts (i.e. "nice tits") automatically disqualifies you from the game, thanks for playing.

(2) Having a hump or a limp does not automatically disqualify you from the game. In fact as Karlie keenly noted, humps can be loveable (see picture).

(3) It might be better to date someone with consistently bad hair than someone who has beautiful hair, due to the fact that mr. good hair will inevitabley shave his head making him unattractive and chilly.

(4) Even good hair cannot make a long-distance relationship not suck.

my bloody valentine

(Robyn is angry)
I couldn't NOT write anything about Valentine's Day. This is a holiday that consistently makes people feel bad about themselves. Either they feel bad because they aren't getting any, or they're upset at the prospect of not meeting the expectations of their lovers and not getting any.

(Robyn is calming down)
Now you can tell someone not to feel bad about this silly holiday, but it doesn't always work. My personal crusade has always been to spend Valentine's Day surrounded by friends, all of whom I love dearly. I keep changing my mind about the holiday. I'm probably just bitter.

(Robyn gets sentimental)
I know that if I die tomorrow, the people that I care about would know that I loved them. So perhaps this is a holiday about honesty. I honestly care about you, I honestly don't know if I care, or I honestly don't. Actually there shouldn't be just one day for this to happen, but V-Day may act as sort of a facilitation for those who aren't as blunt as this nerdy byrd.

(Robyn eats chocolate)
I think we all may agree that V-Day at the very least serves as an excuse to eat dark chocolate, so I'd better get on that.

my joy

Do you ever just have one of those days where nothing can touch you? More specifically a day where you just feel fucking great! I'm having one of those days. On days like this I say I have "my joy". I slept in late, and then danced around the house for an hour or so to "Do Wa Diddy" by Manfred Man. I think I was trying to imitate Turk & Janitor's air band performance of "More than a feelin" from last night's Scrubs. Let me tell you, I'm pretty talented.

Days like this are great, because I feel hopeful about the future. It's easier to be patient when you feel good and you're on LOADS of prozac. I might even have a job interview in the next few days, we'll see how it goes! I'll appologize to anyone who talks to me in the next few hours in advance: I'll probably sing "Do Wa Diddy" to you, I may even dance. :)