A N N A J O H N ' S D I A R Y

what's my m.f. name?

like there was ANY doubt about whether i'd do this one... ;)

Your Pimp Name Is...

Princess Dynamite

What's Your Pimp Name?

they're SO on the list

are any of you experiencing problems while using TypeKey to leave comments on here?  i know maisnon and little nik are both unable to, as was i a few hours ago.

i was worried that they/we weren't the only ones.  i'm working with typepad right now to try and figure this out.  i haven't changed anything on my end, so i certainly can't fix it. ;)  i state that so you won't drink their koolaid when they try and tell you that the cause for all this snafu is me "configuring something" improperly.  :D

if you can't leave a comment telling me that you can't leave a comment, GMail me.  :D

september 27

yep, still sick.  didn't go in to work since waking at 2:30pm not conducive to success/achieving anything.  damned nyquil.  deep down though, i knew it was the wise thing to do.  rest and fluids, that's the only way i'll kick this. 

so i did a bit of both.

i know i'm painting quite the slacker pic, but i actually did get some work done, thanks to the magic of the interweb and the clarity of sprint's mobile service.  we will not miss our deadline tomorrow, no, not b/c of me, we won't!

obligations met, i watched gilmore girls and debated whether or not i like rory with side-swept bangs. 

i blew my nose eleventy-million times.  my nose is running, even as the illness which causes such a process prevents ME from doing so.  yes, i miss the gym.

roomie is sicker than i am, which ensures a daycare-like sitch where we just trade germs back and forth and remain sick for all eternity. 

moms thinks this is hilarious:  "EVERY SINGLE TIME the season changes you get sick.  i know you hate change, but STILL!  that's no reason to catch a cold b/c of it."

ha-ha-hee-hee.

at least the curse which only afflicts the penisless is over.  and my eye is no longer pink!  w00t small mercies.  ACHOO!

:+:

brimful, you will be elated to learn that a certain newlywed spent 45" lobbying me to move home, earlier today.  she even half-offered/ half-threatened to fly out here and abduct me over the weekend, to get the party started quickly. ;)  i immediately changed the subject to maisnon's recent move and how i knew that newlywed-LS would adoooore her, as if such a gambit would work with the steely bride.  unfortunately, unlike me, LS isn't easily distracted by sparkling objects.  she was back to lobbying, lickety-shplit.  :D

september 26

it DID get worse!  hooray for my psychic abilities.  today, the most cherished, long-standing dream of every single one of my ex-bfs came true; i lost my voice. 

i went to CVS in the middle of the day to stock up on provisions.  unfortunately, though i work in a posh enough area that there are no less that four starbucks in a two block radius, our CVS looks like something out of communist russia.  i.e. picked clean.  all i wanted was some damned orange juice.  of course, they were out.  of orange juice.  wtf?

i bought those chloraseptic/fake-listerine strip things for my unbelievably sore throat, which felt like it was wearing a super-chunky wool sweater, then i picked up some lozenges. 

honestly, the tea and tylenol i had probably did more for me than any of this OTC junk.  sigh.  i don't mind being sick, but sore throats?  those are the worst.  owww.  i'd gargle with saltwater but i don't own any salt.  i know, shocking.  i swear i don't.  i just grabbed an IKEA folding chair and nearly killed myself by standing on it to forage through the top-most cabinets, which are clearly only useful if you are seven feet tall.  still no sodium chloride/NaCl (that was for brimful, but only if i was right).  did i mention that my throat hurts? >:(

:+:

when i'm sick, sad or cranky, i want indian food.  nothing else will do.  so tonight, i made rasam.  and rice.  and those insanely addictive pappads from punjab which have pepper in them and look like swiss cheese once fried (holes).  i was shocked that i was together enough to make dinner from scratch, since i haven't cooked in, oh, three months.  i'm paying for my burst of energetic efficiency now though.  i am wan and wasted.  and i can still smell rasam.  damn.  if i hadn't brushed my teeth in preparation for bed, i'd probably go have a midnight slurp.

september 25

come over here and kiss me, so you can catch my m0th3rfuck!ng rhinovirus. 

it's actually kind of minor at this point, but there's always the chance it will worsen! :D 

i also happen to be experiencing a lovely monthly ritual which compounds my misery.  you know, the one which reminds me that i don't have a penis? (and yes, i know it's good for me to remember this once in a while.)  yeah.  AWESOME TIMING, universe.  cramps AND a cold!

oh! and i managed to get some kind of eye infection-thing in my left eye.  THIS is funny.  settle in, minnows:

i call it the curse of my dead bettas-- i was disposing of siamese fighting fish corpses (three died, mysteriously and simultaneously last week) and changing the water of the two fish who are pictures of health, when i accidentally splashed something toxic in my eye.  this is all hearsay, you see.  or read, rather. 

why am i repeating a rumor vs typing a memory?  ah, that would be b/c i was crunked when i decided to do this shit on a friday night.  i had gone to SJM's farewell party/roast but i left somewhat early b/c it sucked (more on that later)...aside: everyone's leaving the east coast and it's kind of crazy how they're all ending up in SF.

apres SJM, i went out to "float" in dupont (that's for you maisnon) and left bank in the morg...when i got home, the roomie teased me and said i was a bad mother to all me fishies and i went apeshit.  fishshit?  suddenly, i was a tasmanian devil, ministering to the two living bettas and holding funeral rites for the dead.  please, people...for the love of all that is sacred...don't give me ideas when i'm crunked.  SHEESH.  my ability to change fish tank water isn't solid unless i'm SOBER.  duh.

now you know.  there's a reason why i didn't leave the house this weekend, it's b/c i'm a gimpy, whimpering, one-pink-eyed, kinda cough-y FREAK.

:+:

september 21

bang in the middle
front row
em em eye eye eh eh, em eye eh
throat is raw
feet sore
too exhausted to move
but she was amazing, and thus, so worth it. 

if i had energy i'd be writing
about it for SM. 

i think i have a girl-crush...

damn. that IS accurate, yo.

no wonder i drive a red car, have red luggage, a red peacoat...

You are the color red. You are the most
controversial of all the colors. You are often
easily angered, but as easily as you got
excited, you come down. When angered, do you
have the tendency to be malicious? Afterwards,
do you end up begging for forgiveness? Maybe.
But you're incredibly generous, and, odd
enough, needy. You love to hate, and
sometimes, you hate to love. This color
describes you as generally edgy. When in a bad
situation, you're pessimistic, and when you're
in a good situation, you're extremely
optimistic. You're painfully tempermental, and
sometimes it hurts the ones you love. But with
an exciting and stimulating attitude, you enjoy
talking to people and being social. But aside
from your bold and outgoing attitude, you're
attention-needing and attention-getting. This
color is associated with lust and desire--and
you are both lust and desirous. You're a
protective person when it comes to the people
you love. You're incredibly sharp-witted and
powerful (not to mention intelligent!).

What color are you? (Amazingly detailed & accurate--with pics!)
brought to you by Quizilla

thank you for ruining that bit of joy for me.

On December 2nd, 2004, all four local television news broadcasts featured a story broken the day before by the San Jose Mercury News about a recent outbreak of the nonturberculous mycobacterium microbe, a nasty bacterium that results in serious, long term effects on the skin. The outbreak was traced to the whirlpool foot soaks used in at least three San Jose area nail salons. The day after the story, the news outlets were flooded with calls from people who had exhibited similar symptoms, saying that doctors were baffled as to why their mysterious boils, sores, and skin ulcers would not heal, leading health officials to believe that the outbreak was “broader, more complex, and started earlier than previously believed.

All Whirlpool foot baths are Evil

It seems the focus of the news reports are whether or not the salons in question are up to code and/or how they clean the whirlpool basins. It is our position that they are missing the point. The whirlpool baths are legal, but we feel that they are not safe. You can scrub the basin all you want. Even if you did a thorough job of cleaning the entire surface of the basin, it is impossible to clean the inside of the whirlpool jets. Once the jets are shut off, the backpressure can bring contaminated water into the jet mechanism, which is then mixed with the ‘clean’ water for the next pedicure.

So what can you do?

...we realize that “spa” nail treatments might be beyond many people’s weekly budget. (Ahem. Thank you.) So here are a few tips to stay safe:

september 15

the day in numbers:

# of meals - 4
# of showers - 3
# of workouts - 2
# of times i almost called maisnon -

.
.
.

...one.

:+:

yup, you read right.  i worked out TWICE.  i did the military-abs class at lunchtime and then i went back for MORE-- i braved the 6pm kickboxing class.  it's so weird...i don't feel dead.  or even exhausted.  during the classes themselves, sure, i questioned my sanity, but by 7ish, i was feeling rather perky, still am.

i've never had either of today's instructors, so i felt very thorough (and open-minded and adventurous) for test- um...gymming them. as of today, i've sampled five different teachers in one week.  it's an eye-opener, they're all extremely different.

the abs class was "military" b/c the teacher was screaming orders at us ("left!  right!  left!  right! don't! even! think! about! stopping! left!") AND if ONE person paused or looked like they were quitting or even just skipping a rep, he'd restart his count, so he was just brutal.  the most dissonant thing about him was the fact that he was barking all this shit at us...yet he was such a teddy-bear.  seriously.  i've never been terrified of an over-stuffed, flaming gay guy before, but today i thought i'd wet myself.

and then i showered.

and then i went back to work, after picking up lunch.

My Inner Child is wallowing, actually

Your Inner Child Is Surprised

You see many things through the eyes of a child. Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded. You cherish all of the details in life. Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things.

How Is Your Inner Child?