Anna Phylaxis

Damn, I need a hug. And, to be groped. But I could settle for hugs.

Mango tea.

Hangry. At least I managed to make my toes and fingers all pretty. Now, I must figure out how to eat without jacking them up.

About to go do some hair, after painting parts of a 5-story condo and changing its light bulbs. I cannot understand why anyone would pay $2700.00 a month for a fucking condo.

Silk Almond Milk in Dark Chocolate *yum*

I still really need a massage. And stuff.

Getting ready to finish painting that garage, take my daughter to her interview, go buy haircolor, and run endurance for two hours at jr derby practice. A slow day.

More than tired of paying booth rent. Probably going to do house calls, soon. My current employer isn't thrilled that I'm working for $10-$15 per hour. Sorry, dude. I'll rent a space when needed, and not just sit around all day, not making money.

Well,sore. More sore than yesterday. Painting a garage that's half the size of my house will do that.

Print rules tests for jr skaters...

Photo by Denise Jones at my game on 8/16 in Lapeer

Last night, I played roller derby. Today, I went to another league's endurance practice. Holy shit...

Ok...as if I wasn't sore enough before, I went to endurance training. I think that I need a massage both on my body and inside. Holy hell.

Sore. So sore. Like, I need a massage everywhere.

I need to work on my hits. My endurance is great, but I want to hit bitches into next Tuesday.

Like a mosquito-bitten non-winner.

Go play some roller derby at the Lapeer Skating Center. Doors at 7.

I want sushi and DQ. And sex.

Three old ladies, discussing my tattoos.

it breaks my heart to see that I was second place to Phee. LOL

Getting ready for work. I hope that my day is full of hair awesomeness!!

When I first came here, I didn't even live in Michigan. I'm not even goth, really. But I fell in love with the energy of this place, and quit lurking. I made friends, and eventually became a mod. All the way from Baltimore. There came a time when the sr mods began to drop off like flies, and the last remaining sr mod promoted me to that position. Then, I was the only sr mod. Then, (I think) I promoted Torn, who is still a friend of mine. After a while, I didn't want to do it anymore. I don't recall why. Then, I left. Not on bad terms. I just moved on. I came back once, and it didn't go well, for whatever reason. I came back, along with several. And while I'm glad to be back, this place needs a little brightening up. Hopefully, I'm part of that. This board is what brought me to visit Detroit in the first place. Now that I live here, I've physically remained friends with many. This site sort of holds a really good place in my heart. The name of Brenda Starrr is dead, but I'm still here.

Like this place needs some spark. Not asshole/troll-style spark. But the spark that it used to have.

That I'm too sensitive and the bigots are right. Not.

Drop my daughter of at the Masonic for her derby practice, then go out to mine. I have a game this Saturday