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Occupation:
wordsmith
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Affiliations:
www.thegoodapple.net; METRO; Family Robinson
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Hobbies and Interests:
music, beer, some combination of the two.
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Favorite Books:
George Saunders, Jonathan Ames, Joan Didion, Don DeLillo, Kafka, Richard Ford, Gary Shteyngart, Arthur Nersesian
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Favorite Music:
anything that utilizes a hand clap; the other passengers, the black keys, the menomena, the zepp sets, the hula, the ted leo, the pink floyd (early), the animal collective, the morrissey, the pavement, the elliott smith, the drive by truckers, the pavement, the ghostface killah, the trail of dead, the jay-z, the talking heads, the brian eno
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Favorite TV Shows:
In the criminal justice system there are two separate yet equally important groups: the police, who investigate crime, and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders. These are their stories.
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Zodiac Sign:
Libra
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About Me:
What the fuck am I doing in Philadelphia?
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Who I Want to Meet:
All the pretty rock stars.
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yeah, it was dorothy.
She: a window.
Me: how do I look?
she: overdressed.
Then she'll just show me a place to
hang my pants, can't have no wrinkles.
This bitch is frank!
she goes. her carlton is literature,
and her uncle phil is contemporary
mores, with whom she engages in good
natured ribbing.
and jill bucket, more like one of those big
steel buckets they brew beer in. i suggest
tappin' that ass.
about her own body...and she's right.
Smart? Yes. Funny? Hell yes.
Hands down she has the most
expressive face ever, like a silent
move -- except in color, with sound,
and she doesn't move all quick and
jerky. No, no she's smooth. Really
one of my favorite people. You know
you don't have to believe me, ask
Strom Thurmond. Oh, he's dead.
Ask anyone on the street. She gives
blue bloods a good name.
some kind of sorceress or hypnotist or
something because we both work in
publishing (well, I sort of do) (stop
nitpicking) (you wouldn't like me when
I'm angry) yet we never talk about
publishing. Maybe she's just drunk.
Or maybe some things are not meant to
be discussed, no matter how mundane
they seem.
a tail feather. i have never seen any
one move so well while dancing.
She gots moves from church to
hotness. Its always a pleasure filled
with laughs and paths to visit
Dorothy.
and the death of dale earnhardt and
peeing on an antique couch and
dorothy's insight into chaucer when i
accidentally deleted everyting.
that I ever fell in love with. The
deep refinement of her cranial
crevasses were spectacular to behold.
She is in between a world of old
southern elegance and modern city
debauchery. She once lowered a
cigarette down to me with rope, three
stories to my bedroom from hers. Ah,
Rapunzel. You will know that she
loves you when you are struck numb by
her candor. If it wasn't for Dorothy,
I would still believe most of the
things I say, and I wouldn't say half
the things I believe. Oh yeah, and
the handi-capped jokes. And the
booze. Unfortunately, she only half-
believes in the traits that make her
an anomaly among the female
gender.