Googlism poetry

rob is on the porch
rob is a sexy bitch
rob is a fortunate wheelsmith
rob is to discover what happened to the crew of a deserted spaceship
rob is 5'9" rob's shoe size is
rob is a really nice guy to do this
rob is the ice cube of the midwest
rob is rust
rob is not
rob is hot
rob is god
rob is going down
rob is the lead guitarist in the band
rob is gonna be on david letterman
rob is a fucking idiot with a welt on his hand
rob is dutch and lives in the netherlands
rob is in its final days
rob is done like dinner posted on friday
rob is on the crest of a wave
rob is hooked on kites
rob is lost nightrider
rob is the standard bearer
rob is the creator
rob is an active composer and has written for clarinet and piano
rob is moe
rob is tha shit yo
rob is skilled at tactfully getting your guests to relax and join in the fun
rob is very persuasive with a high level of enthusiasm
rob is truly the ultimate 'american champion'
rob is a fort lauderdale native who has been in real estate locally since he was 21
rob is a professional and he certainly does not need any advice from a bone
rob is a small robot which sits on your desktop or floor
rob is mass cool
rob is not a mailbox?





Try it. Go to Googlism.com, put in your name or an object, see what comes up, and arrange it.

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I think this song makes more sense to me these days. And...I'm not sure how I feel about that. But my life is what it is.

I wonder if you can pick up
My accent on the phone
When I call across the country
When I call across the world
I see you in my kitchen
I can picture you now
As you toast to your small town
And you drink the happy hour
I’m in London still
I’m in London still
I’m in London still

I took the tube over to Camden
To wander around
I bought some funky records
With that old motown sound
And I miss you like my left arm
That’s been lost in a war
Today I dream of home and not of London anymore
I’m in London still
I’m in London still
Yeah I’m in London still

You know it’s ok
I’m kinda happy here for now
I think I’ve finally grown up
And got myself a lover now
If I ever come home and I, I think I will
I hope you’re gonna want to hang
At my place on Sundays still
Oh yeah I hope you will
‘Cause I’m in London still

You know we got it sorted
We really got it down
To a fine art on Sunday
In our sleepy Sunday town
I wonder what I’m missing
I think of songs I’ve never heard
I’m dreaming of your voices
And I’m dreaming of your herb
I’m in London still
I’m in London still
I’m in London still
Oh I’m in London still
La la la la London still
I’m in London…

Help Me.

-Tell me about a time when you worked with a group or individual that was challenging. What were the challanges and how did you handle the situation?

-Tell me about any experience you have had in living and working with people of diverse backgrounds. What did you find to be the biggest benefits and challenges?

-What is your most valuable asset?


I know some of you won't know these about me at all, but can I get some possibilities that may help me jog my memory? I don't really catalog things I do as "challenging experience - earmark for applications" so I'm having difficulty thinking of anything to say, and this should've been done, oh, three weeks ago, and must get done today.

It's monday, isn't it?

I'm...I feel like I had something to say but it's gone out of my head.

I'm at my parents' friends' house. David and Marilyn are awesome, and it's good to see my dad, since I haven't seen him in two months, but...I'd rather be cuddling.

Because my dad and them have all this history together, and they're hilarious together, but I don't really fit into it because they're all so into each other that there's not really room for me. So I usually just kind of run away and play with David's computer or check my email on Marilyn's computer. They're bonding in the kitchen. Marilyn makes killller bacon though. She also has a pen whose end is in the shape of a body outline. What is that called? I can't think of the word. Marilyn is a forensic anthropologist and David is like a genius molecular biologist or something.

I had avocado with dinner....mmmm....

I should probably save my apple juice and honey for the drive home.

And yeah, okay. Several crushes. I'm me, hey. I like people. Shhh.

I'll make sure and find some girls to corrupt. I wouldn't be living up to the position if there weren't any girls. And I like girls. So. Shutting up now.

Can't get you out of my head. Trying not to be too obvious around my dad. And yeah.

Aaaand yeah. I think that's enough of that.