Yes & no...

I would tell myself to be more confident w/ my relationship w/ my bf Kelly. Maybe if I had been stronger, he'd still be alive today. And then I would go into the acting field EARLY. If I couldn't do it as a child, then I would have started around 21. I would tell myself to work hard & to try to work non-stop. So that by the time I've reached this age, I'd be already successful. I would have fame, fortune & a plethora of friends instead of just starting out.

I thought by now I'd have a two big houses for my mom & my sister, Adrienne, (a small place for me), maybe 3 cars, & fur coat for my Mommy... (& I dare ANY PETA PERSON TO FUCK W/ MY MOM & HER COAT, BECAUSE I'D KICK THEIR ASS INTO THE MIDDLE OF NEXT WEEK!!!! ... & do it w/ a smile on my face.) I always wanted to get those things for her. I figure, after 5 decades of service to this family, she deserves something wonderful... especially after putting up w/ me & my bullshit! (I'll admit it... I wasn't easy to raise.) Right now, I have a hard time buying the bracelet she wanted for her birthday... Maybe I can buy it for her at Christmas...

I always knew I wanted to be an actor... even b4 I started grade school. Ever since I was in my 1st Xmas play, in either 7th or 8th grade, I knew that this was right. It just felt right. Every time I went into some other occupation, be it publishing, or broadcast or even lowly little retail, it felt wrong. If I could go back in time, I would start out in college, like I had wanted. I would have worked in the theater Dept. at Temple. I know I can go back, but right now I don't have the $$$ for school. (If I can't pay for a bracelet, how am I going to pay for my Masters?)

But, time unfortunately, is linear. I can't go back. It would be nice to have a BIG "Redo" button when it comes to life... maybe we get it @ death. Can you imagine going to God after you die & saying, "Uh,God... My life sucked ass big time on earth the 1st time around, so, I want a do-over!"

Maybe that's where reincarnation comes in...

I would claim my independence from my family by getting my own apartment.

Blades of Glory.

I just have 1 word:

Utena Tenjou from the anime "Revolutionary Girl Utena". She's a feminine tomboy. She's androgynous, but cute. She's also a strong-willed, overly principled do-gooder, who's highly fixated on an unattainable as well as flawed young man.

... even tho it's EXACTLY 6 months late. {{{{^_^}}}}

The Jersey Devil. I got friends from Jersey who swear it exist. I say maybe...

Probably, but all of our taste fall along the same vein.

I used to volunteer for things that dealt w/ art like the Philadelphia Music Conference or The Philadelphia Film Festival. I recently gave a little bit of money to my hospital, because my doctor retired last year. He was my doctor for 12 years & after his retirement the hospital decided to erect a painting of him in his honor. He wasn't just my doctor, he was like a father to me, so I was happy to do it. I am very fortunate to have some1 like him in my life.

When I wrote my Descendants of Darkness fan fic which I've yet to finish, because real life keeps getting in the way.

Sometimes strangers, because they're unbaised... &, you'll never see them again...

My freedom.

Trichotillomania. I'm always running my fingers through my hair, especially when I'm nervous or upset. My family can't stand it & I don't even realize that I'm doing it. I can't even change it or break out of the habit, because I've always done it. There's even a picture of me as a baby on my aunt's bed running my fingers through my hair. So, my theory is, if I can't break a 40 year old habit, why try? {{{{0_0}}}}

I hate it.

People use Valentine's Day to do the following:
-- spend loads of $ on crap that's NOT needed from clueless men to vain, selfish, stuck up women, all in the hope that said bitch will act like an Olympic gymnast in bed that night by throwing her heels behind her ears.
-- act like pigs in public.
-- make boneheaded decisions like marrying some1 you just met on New Year's Eve.

It used to be a romantic (& yes) religious holiday to celebrate the life of "St. Valentine" (or "lives" since there a few different people who the stories are attributed to.)

But now, it's turned into a bloated unromantic hullabaloo only to the obligated.

Yawn.

Financially wrecking the country (@ the end of Clinton's term in office we had a FINANCIAL SURPLUS, PEOPLE!!!!)

Hannah Montana... you gotta be kidding right? {{{{0_0}}}}

Anyhoo, I got to say for my experience: Lollapalooza... no doubt. ESPECIALLY the 1 when Alice In Chains was on the main stage. Layne... what a voice. Tom Morello of Rage Against The Machine said of him, that Layne would get up on stage in the 100 degree heat in a suit & tie & "sing like an angry angel". Nice. Angry angel indeed. Miss you, Layne.. r.i.p.

-- Robyn {{{{v_v}}}}

It was the same as it was every year-- a few people. Maybe there was long lines earlier, but not when I went around 3:30 p.m. But Broad Street was like a party... I mean, my God! We haven't even recovered from last week when The Phillies won!

This may sound so strange, but I swear, for me it's so true. I can feel when the wind has shifted and I can smell the seasons in the air. I don't know why but the air just smells different from season to season. I can't describe what the air smells like in words, but I just know that about a month before the season changes for good, the wind feels different in my body and the new season's air gives off it's own unique scent. I can step outside on, let's say, August 30th & I'll say to myself, "Hmm... the wind has shifted. It's smells like fall." I do this every season & I don't know why I behave like this. I've been doing it as long as I can remember. I'm weird that way. I know it's asking for much, but can any1 out there explain to me what this is, please? {{{{0_0}}}}

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