The name's Anastasia. I love thunderstorms and stargazing. Pixie sticks are the absolute best. I'm a writer, a thinker, an analyzer. I don't know where I'll be or what I'll be doing in a few years from now, but hopefully I'll be enjoying life.
Today at the Nook
I became very excited when I found out the the main character of a new, popular book series is named “Anastasia”.
That never happens. Ever. Both Uhh-Nahh-Stuh-See-Yuh and Anna-Stay-Shuh aren’t very popular names, after all.
After more research, I learned that the series also seems to be one of the first mainstream erotic fictions. (And when I say mainstream, I mean so many women have bought it.) People are even saying it’s a step forward for feminism.
Oh yeah, and it was inspired by the Twilight series.
I don’t know whether to laugh or shake my head in disappointment. At least her nickname is Ana.
You know you’re from New Milford when…
You wander through Walmart with your two best friends for over an hour,
Then chill in the parking lot for even longer…
And have a fantastic time.
I forgot how fun it was
To try and raise the temperature of the room you’re working out in…
The record to beat is 9 degrees…and I’ll only be around for a few weeks.
Let’s go go go!
Get ready for an avalanche:
As a general disclaimer, this isn’t meant to offend any of the few people that might bother reading this (and I don’t see why it would). Also, I do so hate online rants…but it happens. And my page is pretty secluded, if you will. Okay. Annnd…go.
I’m terrified of getting old, getting sick, and losing the will to live. Wanting so badly to die because of the discomfort I’m in…and to have family worried sick about me.
I’m sick of being the in-between, the messenger. Hearing awful, manipulative things and seeing their affect. Seeing eggs labeled in the refrigerator…family doesn’t have “property” like that.
I’m sorry I suck at cuddling. I know I’m not super hugable and girly and I don’t always know how to react and cuddle in different positions. But shit. It’s not my fault, and I feel worse about it than the inconvenience it gives anyone else.
Guys that think they have it rough because it hurts when they get kicked in the balls are delusional. Most guys I know would be bed-ridden with the cramps that I’ve been getting these past few months.
Okay. Now I feel better. End rant.
“Walk a single path, becoming neither cocky with victory nor broken with defeat, without forgetting caution when all is quiet or becoming frightened when danger threatens.” - Jigoro Kano
