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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

this is so hot.

more goodness from CNET:

Bloglines, a news aggregator and blog search service, has unveiled a tool that tracks packages mailed through UPS, FedEx and the U.S. Postal Service.

The service, announced Wednesday, has been incorporated into Bloglines' My Feeds page. People can track and update the status of packages by entering the tracking number provided by the parcel agent, Bloglines said.

Also, when a person enters a tracking number, Bloglines creates a subscription in that person's account so that information about the changing status of the package can be automatically delivered.

oh bloglines, my love for thee only groweth.  *swoon*

i think it all started because of dooce

i did the fun and new "Self-Portrait Day" project. :)  see?                                     

Favorite Sandwich: the three-cheese panini with olive tapenade and garlic aioli from safeway in belmont. since i'm 3000 miles away from that bliss on sourdough, i make do with jif peanut butter and apricot jam sandwiches on whole grain bread. random trivia fact: i ate a PB + J every day, from first grade through my sophomore year of college. no, i never got sick of them. :) 

i answered a few other questions (we all did), you'll see that if you click the link.  when you get to the page, you will find me on the right, second photo from bottom.  i'm on top of another indian kid.  they had to stick the brownies together, didn't they?  ;)

voting ends tomorrow at midnight

rachael, if you look at the bottom of the page where you vote, you'll see a link to the bottom-left entitled "view vote stats". 

please don't worry about the timing of your comment.  i actually want to thank you for your question, for the opportunity it provided; it's good to get out of my sad, broody cave.  thank you for caring so much about my blog.  :)

p.s. when you vote today and tomorrow (the last two days you can), please make sure you vote for your favourite pakistani blog, as well.  ;)  quite a tight race he's in!

unlike bush, if i win, it won't suck!

so i was nominated for this "Best Indian Blog" award thing...and i've been mouldering in third place all week (probably b/c unlike my competition, i haven't been asking for your votes). 

one of you complained via AIM that it's too hard to find the link to the voting site on my blog...(let's be kind and ignore the fact that the link was part of my away message, the one this AIM was left on...it's the holidays and we're all exhausted).   ; )

well, whine no more!  here it is.  HERstory is nominated for TWO categories, Best Indian AND Best Essayist.  oh, and to clear up the confusion regarding multiple voting-- you can only vote ONCE a day, but you can vote EVERY day, until the end of the year.  so please do.  thank you!!!  : )

sleep well, heather, and come home soon.

my mindfulness workbook reminds me that no matter how broken your heart or spirit, others are suffering more:

I wish that I could tell you that the reason you won’t be hearing anything from me in the next several days is because we’re right on the verge of launching the redesign...It’s also not because Leta is really cute in her caterpillar pajamas. Or that her face smells really good.

The reason you won’t be hearing anything from me for several days is because this morning Jon is driving me up to the hospital and I’m going to check into the psychiatric ward. I am very scared that if I don’t go ahead and do this that I may experience some sort of nervous breakdown.

My anxiety has only gotten worse since I started psychiatric and medical treatment over two months ago. It’s so bad that it chokes me every day, and sometimes I can’t even walk I’m so anxious. I’ve tried over 10 different medications and each one has made my anxiety worse. The depression comes and goes, but the anxiety is constant. I can barely eat anything and I still can’t sleep, even though I’ve tried every sleeping pill available at the pharmacy. It’s seriously out of control.

Over the weekend I started a new round of medication for a new diagnosis, one that I don’t want to talk about yet because it will be such a loaded discussion, and that medication has caused all sorts of problems. I have to get all this shit figured out or I really think I’ll hurt myself. I can’t believe that I don’t feel better. I can’t believe that it’s been two months and I DON‘T FEEL ANY BETTER.

I have to believe that going to the hospital is at least going to let me clear my head, or that it may actually provide an answer. I have to believe in something right now because I don’t feel like I have any hope. This anxiety is so painful, and I don’t see an end to it.

the red-headed stepchild of my online empire gets a makeover.

dear little nik,

thank you for your recent feedback regarding shitty weblog colour palettes. /closet has been modified accordingly, and we look forward to NOT hurting your eyes in the near future. we also anticipate a *brand new post*, coming soon to that same weblog. there would've been one last night, but we were all tapped out from the bloodletting over at HERstory. sorry.

in any case, here at anna's online empire, we take whingeing, complaining and suggesting very seriously, and we will waste hours trying to make you happy. if we like you, that is.

surf on,

anna ;)

it's the same colour as the first sari my daddy ever bought me...

just when you thought it was safe to surf on,
it turns out i have a BRAND NEW blog.
(and baby makes THREE. :D )
go look, please.

spank you. :)

chalk it up to ennui.

i chalked my blogs.

that's what the odd little graffiti/ponytailed-girl/tatto thing is, in the upper right corner of this page. i remember wanting to do this sometime back in september, but i didn't have typepad professional then, and thus couldn't monkey with the html...not that i *should* be touching it, after all, i don't know any html. no matter, i did monkey, and i monkey'd well. the original, very boring text-- "i like music" --has been changed to something more anna-apposite.

just thought you wouldn't like to know. i refuse to get ink on my body, but my blogs are vulnerable to all manner of tattooing. :D

if sin* and i sweat him, he's GENIUS, ya smell me?

can i just gloat for one motherfucking minute? look at how funny my widdle baby brotha be-

At Raj’s behest, Pooja goes to meet him again. But Pooja’s father knows what’s up, and sends Pooja’s older brother after her. Raj and Pooja meet in the street, in the rain, despite a canopy being just to the side of them. Raj despairs, not knowing what to do. Then Pooja’s big bhaiyya shows up, pissed as all hell.

Bhaiyya (feigning ignorance): “Con hai yeh, Pooja?” (Who is this muthafucka, Pooja?)

Pooja (fumbling): “Yeh, yeh hai . . . please, bhaiyya, please . . .” (Oh SHIT I’m dead.)

Raj (incensed): “Mai tumhari beheinse pyaar karta hoon!” (I’ve been up on your sister for a long-ass time now, beeyatch. Whatcha going to do, foo?)

Bhaiyya: “Chup!! Tum chup, salaa!!” (I’ma beat you DOWN, you SOB.)

Raj and big bhaiyya start to duke it out. Bhaiyya lands a good one-two on Raj. Raj falls to the ground. Bhaiyya begins to kick him.

Pooja: “Nahiiiiiiin, Bhaiyya!” (begins to cry again)

Raj rolls over, blood everywhere. With gritted teeth, he stands up again, apparently in no pain at all, and begins to pound the hell out of Bhaiyya. Bhaiyya goes straight through a glass window, headfirst. Pooja, clad in her dripping wet sari, clings to a pillar and looks skyward. After more punches back and forth, Bhaiyya falls.

Raj puts a protective arm around Pooja. They hug and release quickly. Pooja is still weeping like mad.

if i could wake up to THAT sort of literary dessert every morning, i'd be an even perkier girl. yowza. he's shooooooo cuuuuuuuuuuute. :) :) :)

okay, i'm done gloating now. note to self: must move to LA so that i can adore little sachin more conveniently, coo at him constantly, tell him that NO girl is worthy of him, make him tea when he's studying...etc, etc. ;)

* ah yes, sin, the karma karma karma karma culture chameleon...he is, in a word, flawless...the writer that THIS dilettante writer adores...

30 sho is purty :)

Who's your motherfucking DADDY?! ;)

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anna john's diary

this post will be deleted, but this is going to be my diary.

how much i weigh, what i ate, who i insulted...emails i mock publicly, aim convos, etc etc. so check back in a day or so. or go to my main blog

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