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

For an erstwhile boo-boo who is leaving on Tuesday

Little one, come back.

Illuminate life again,

And my heart will whole.

Words from your fingers

Create such great ecstasy

Oh, how I’ve missed you.

From nowhere, a spark

Shocks my senses and summons

a tightly clutched hope.

Thank you for this day

For that olive branch inscribed

With the word…“maybe”

august 30

can't sleep.

methinks the starfcuks wench slipped me something that wasn't decaf.  sigh. 

focus on the positive, focus on the positive...uh...i went to the gym.  i left work at 7ish, got to abs class at 7:15 and was back at work by 8pm.  who's a bad ass?  ME, bitches.  a bad ass who can't sleep. :/

i would've worked out yesterday, but i ended up traipsing around town (over two miles!) running errands in these shoes.  FOUR-AND-A-HALF inch heels?  that's a workout, i tell you.  as it turns out, they're not as easy to walk in as i initially assumed...no matter.  i bought my second copy of suitable boy, and that makes my aching calves worth it. :)

Last night's iTunes purchase

p.s.  a MASSIVE thank you to everyone who has gone through the trouble of getting a TypeKey so that they can comment here (and a few thousand other places that are run on MovableType/TypePad). 

i appreciate it so much-- the lack of anonymous, nasty insults these past few days has felt like a vacation.

now, whenever i see a new comment from a freshly-minted-TypeKey-holding reader, i go a little swoony inside.  :)  you rock. if you'll kindly excuse me, i'm going to go "rock", too.  my iPod is locked and loaded. ;)

p.p.s.  dear xofis, aka mr. "finally"...TypeKey wasn't AVAILABLE to TypePadders when i last dealt with rampant trollery.  so there. :D

Wiser words were NEVER spoken

If you removed the "the problem with ____ is" or the "SOMEONE needs to ____" from the Indian dinner party, there would BE no conversation.

august 27

though it's completely impossible for me to pull this off on a WORK day, i woke up at 9:30am after less than four hours of sleep.  not good.  i went to the gym at noon, for two hours.  that was me acting like a champion.  i haven't made it to the gym at ALL this week, and i work right next to one.  TODAY's trip to exercise required a metro ride to another neighborhood.  that's dedication, bitches.

i was starving after 40" of arc training and legs, so i made the mistake of falling for some high school dance team's plea to eat at Baja Fresh, since they'd get a cut of the profits as a fundraising strategy.  um, yeah.  i think i've had BF once.  since i don't remember it, that's gen. not a good thing.  Baja Fresh is still not a good thing.  blech.

after lunch, i meandered over to the apple store and bought a wristband for my iPod.  i kept dropping it during my workout, since i had no way of attaching it to me.  annoying.

i came home, took a loooooong shower and passed out.  glamorous saturday, eh?  i thought so.  :p

:+:

so i was trying to do something cute, by making this quiz for SM...and it, of course, blew up in my stupid face.  i spent so much time googling these LJ/AIM-ready quiz sites, yet none of them seemed stable or appropriate for what i was trying to do...then i remembered that amardeep had once used a certain site to create a music quiz.  i searched through SM's comments and found his link; it seemed to be the most solid "test your friends to see if they'll put up with your narcissism" option, and i remember thinking, if it's good enough for the professor, why not?

why not, indeed.

oy.

of COURSE, a gaggle of gloriously retarded asshats and assholes had to fuck and muck everything up.  though i tried to troubleshoot/think of everything in advance of publicizing my little diversion, i didn't know (until it was too late) that there was no way to delete people's nicknames.  and they were choosing some very interesting, exceptionally evil, incredibly insulting nicknames (the best:  ANNA's father is ashamed of her), all of which were visible on the "scoreboard" that everyone sees after taking the damned test.

sigh.

Ain't no future in yo' frontin'

Dear Douchebag,

Allow me to commend you for the admirable amount of effort you exerted in your transparent attempt to impersonate the singular DesiDancer.  You even went as far as to copy her email address and submit it with your purloined handle.  Well-played.  You're still a fake, though.  And a somewhat addled one at that, since DesiDancer and I were born in the same year and her email address contains that figure.  That's why you writing "Anna might be slightly old" makes zero sense.  Thanks for that incriminating bit of evidence, it was quite helpful.

Thanks also for giving me the perfect reason to implement TypeKey for commenting on this blog.  I used to fret that I'd have to password protect AJD, to keep it toxin- and troll-free, now all I have to do is wait for the handful of people I truly care about to get a TypeKey-- and I know they will because:

a) they like me, they really like me
b) they, too, are sick of the bullshit.

A bissel about TypeKey for those who didn't click through the link above:

TypeKey enables you to verify and protect your identity on the web.

Enabling TypeKey...increases accountability for the content that appears on your weblog and stops comment spam cold.

TypeKey is a completely pseudonymous system meaning that no personally identifying information is required to use it. However, if you wish to tell the world a little bit more about yourself, you can put whatever information you choose to share on your TypeKey profile page. A link to that page is displayed next to every comment your make when you authenticate through TypeKey.

To my darling friends, wellwishers and non-trolls- Happy commenting!  Yay for no drama, for not having mean people appropriate your "identities", as has happened several times in the last 20 months. Aren't you excited that this pretty little space will be all ours now? :)

Bloggily yours,

A N N A

august 25

oh. DRAMA.

yeah, pretty much

How You Life Your Life

You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside. You are always tactful and diplomatic. You let people down gently. You prefer a variety of friends and tend to change friends quickly. You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.

How
Do
You
Live
Your
Life?

here you go, my dancing queen

august 21

dear desidancer,

you were so right.  there is an ISP in langley park, md, home of the machete-wielding gang members who've killed and maimed a few dozen people in the last two weeks (or so it seems).

nevertheless, i braved the wild, wooly violence-capital of the DC metro area and was richly rewarded; i found the loveliest, yummiest, most delicate...
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mysore masala dosa at udupi.  ;)

shopping makes you HUNGRY.  my sari was royal, fit for a princess, purchased at the palace, worn to the ball.  i could hug you, it's so wonderful. 

how was the parade???

:+:

i'm egg-sauce-ted.

five states,
four wardrobe changes,
three am and two loads of laundry are done. 

one weary blogger is going to go to bed, slightly down and out b/c though the weekend was a raucous rollercoaster of rollicking rock-star-like partying, two posts i've been working on which i had been determined to post "when i get home" are unfinished. i was crestfallen to find that my uncle's router wasn't routing. meh. my addiction to the interweb is no longer a joke; it's the real deal holyfield (and all you hookers and hos know how i feel).  blogging?  HA.

i hate disappointing people.  i hate disappointing ME more.  i know, i know...the pressure i feel to give you guys content with which to avoid work, it's self-imposed, but still...

:+:

where does the time f^@%!n& go?  it's already MONDAY?  damn.