I guess I went and did. Got a blag. I don't know that I'll give anyone I know the address so I figure I can say just about anything I want. So here goes:
Yesterday was our 24 hour theatre festival, the Overnighters. In which plays are conceived, written, and fully produced it 24 hours. I got to wear my angry feminist dress (which is oddly attractive for being brown sacking with blue piping), write all over myself with lipstick, scream at people about dildoes, and make the audience laugh hysterically. 'Twas fun. I also accidentally got kicked in the head by Anthony....but I guess that's ok, he didn't mean to.
All of my bikes currently have flat tires, and I currently have less than no money. So I'm hoofin' it. Anchorage isn't exactly pedestrian friendly, but it is by far less bicycle friendly, so I guess I'm alright.
I don't know if I'm supposed to introduce myself? Tell my story? Ignore what I'm supposed to do? I'll figure it out. If I feel like posting my life story I'll do in sporadic bursts, most like.
Anyways, I'm Anna. Nice to meet you.
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My name isn’t Anna. But you can call me that anyways. I like peeling off paint. And getting goosebumps. And hiccups. And symmetry. And making new friends. And sounding out the letter "r." And taking pictures of dead flowers. And baby shoes. I don’t like sneezing. Or tile floors in bathrooms with no pattern. Or popcorn. Or pelvic thrusts in commercials. Or Nickelback. Or when I can't find aesthetic beauty in something. Or crooked pictures on walls. I'm little neurotic, and a little OCD. I’d like to meet everyone in the world just to see if I can be friends with them. But I don’t think I’d be friends with the devil, thank you.
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My name isn’t Anna. But you can call me that anyways. I like peeling off paint. And getting goosebumps. And hiccups. And symmetry. And making new friends. And sounding out the letter "r." And taking pictures of dead flowers. And baby shoes. I don’t like sneezing. Or tile floors in bathrooms with no pattern. Or popcorn. Or pelvic thrusts in commercials. Or Nickelback. Or when I can't find aesthetic beauty in something. Or crooked pictures on walls. I'm little neurotic, and a little OCD. I’d like to meet everyone in the world just to see if I can be friends with them. But I don’t think I’d be friends with the devil, thank you.
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