Wow!

I got my very first comment! Someone actually read what I wrote. I'm inordinately excited. And I'm thankful for the concern.

X is certainly a friend. And I wont be dating him or any such thing. There is no excuse for what his ex did. I can't say I trust him entirely, or his motives. But I care for him deeply, and I hurt when he does. I talked to him today and told him I was in no way interested in a relationship. I hope that helped. I also started, um, that time of the month. Which has brought a torrent of mixed feelings. At first I got a bittersweet feeling of relief. I thought, "I'm not pregnant. The fact he didn't use a condom didn't have the feared consequence." I say bittersweet because I do want a baby. Oh so much. But I only had a day to wonder before I hit the red, so the regret wasn't too bad. And I told my girl friend G that I was in the clear. She proceeded to tell me all about how you can get two periods and still be preggo. So now I'm half hopeful, half fearful again. Actually, the hopeful should be a larger portion. Which scares me in itself.

Anyways. So I saw an ad for a "McKinley Mac." On a bus. About 8 feet across. Mickey D meat should never be so blown up. It was disgusting. I nearly threw up my Charleston Chew.

My stomach hurts. A lot. This doesn't really have anything to do with anything, but it is pretty prevalent in my mind. I'm also getting a cold. Which I guess is pretty normal for someone just starting to work at a preschool. I love working there, and love the kids. But damn am I sick a lot.

That said, there is a reason I am writing. I kind of, sort of, definitely slept with my friend, let's call him X. Let me tell you a little about X. He's 23, in the army, and has a son just a couple months from turning two. He has been to Iraq three times. He had to join the army to get out of jail. His ex-wife fucked him over big time. She slept with his soldiers. He's got some baggage.

Not to say I don't have baggage. I have as much as he does, if a different kind.

It wont work. I can't be in a relationship with him. It would be like a blind person helping another blind person see. I will explain more. I think I need to go puke.

Life.

Sometimes I feel like God is trying to pull a fast one on me.


Good one, big guy.

Bucking up

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.