Anna Phylaxis

There’s a lot that I miss, these days. Iggy, my 20 year old Sphynx. He passed away last July. He fought for chicken until the night before he died. I miss Miss Bluebelle. She passed away a little over eight years of age, almost 2 1/2 years ago. That really swallowed my soul. She was my first pitbull and honestly the sweetest. I miss a lot of things, but it’s getting late and none of you are getting any younger.

I have a couple, I guess. Nothing super current. But the ones with the hot pink hair were probably back in January. The one where I’m an all black was my first ever burlesque performance, probably about two years or so before the pandemic.

Exhausted, and that’s about as good as it gets. But I do leave for the East Coast on Thursday morning. I need this trip so bad.

That’s actually quite disturbing lol

Oh, I assure you that I am concerned About him trying to get her back because he has no place else to go. But he went out with a friend tonight, and I am really hoping that friend lets him move in with him. Yes, it’s going to hurt her a little bit more. But I don’t want her suffering the way she has for the last few years. it sounds selfish and conniving, I know. But I remember how bold and powerful she was before he took all that away. I just want her to be happy, and that’s the biggest thing for me.

Yeah, I am definitely not a hateful person. However, after surviving an abusive first marriage, I’m rather intolerant. I am very proud of her, but I’m also worried about her.

Thank you. I have concerns that he’s going to suck her back in. Before she met him, she would never have tolerated this sort of thing. She has always said she wants a partner not a project, but then he came along, and I just don’t understand what happened there. it hurts my fucking heart. And I have to tread lightly. It’s just so rough because she deserves a whole lot more than this. A whole lot better. She’s young and beautiful and smart and funny and this shit shouldn’t be happening. I’m just gonna keep my fingers crossed and hope that he doesn’t try some bullshit to make her stay. He needs to get the fuck out and be done with it. My therapist is going to have a whole lot to hear when I talk to her next. Thank goodness for therapy.

Livid. My daughter has done nothing but give. Her husband hinted that he doesn’t love her anymore on Tuesday, causing her to spiral to the point that I had to call the cops to take her to the hospital on Thursday. She was fucking furious and said some pretty horrible shit to me, but realized that I wasn’t wrong for doing so. last night, he informed her that he doesn’t love her and hasn’t loved her for quite some time. Imagine, being taken in, leading someone to believe that you love them, constantly saying some really crazy things, because you have mental health issues, and then telling the very person that has done nothing, but stand up for you and fight for you that you don’t love them. she is at home with us, right now. He will be moving out. I have no fucking idea where he thinks he’s going. He doesn’t have a fucking job. His mental health is in the toilet. He won’t get help, despite promising for the last couple of years. My husband and I have been nothing but patient, kind, and generous. No more. I am fucking livid. But at least she’s here and safe with us. Being hurt like that is rough and I remember exactly how it felt. But I am heartbroken for her. So heartbroken. She feels like a failure. In reality, it was him that failed her. She gave everything. Time to heal.

Oooh…I might have to attend someday!

It was suggested that I could have gotten my hands on a ticket tonight. However, it’s a school night and I’m really old and I need my sleep. I hope that everybody’s having fun!

Oh, yeah, some of them are absolutely ludicrous. But what blows my mind is seeing all of these people as a raging flash flood is going by and they’re stepping out into it. Like, fuck around find out is not my favorite game. It’s one thing to be fascinated with it, it’s entirely different to pretend like it’s nothing and you just go walk into it.

He is the sweetest boy. I get sucked in by those eyes every day. I wish that just looking at him would be my full-time job because I would totally do it and I would get rich.

Boaz. He has these big, beautiful, alien eyes. He is the sweetest boy, and I just need him to live forever. it’s not one of my fancier shots. But I just love his face.

I have a thing for natural disasters. I’ve been like this since I was in elementary school. I have seen some shit. When hurricane Agnes hit Maryland and Pennsylvania in 1972, I was there to see all the flooding. As I’ve gotten older, I have driven through hell, flooding, and tornadoes. Jeff and I drove through a storm cell in 2019 on memorial day as a tornado was dropping from the sky to our left. So, on this fine Sunday morning, I am watching the top 10 tsunami disasters are and will probably watch more lol

I’m a slacker this week. Sorry about that lol

I loved it. But I’ve loved all of them. But this one broke my heart on an extremely deep level. Still awesome, just my soul hurt a whole lot.

I remember Mephisto’s being one of the bars I visited the first time I came to Detroit. I really liked it. I’m sad that it doesn’t exist anymore. I’ll have to check out Black Salt, though.

The girls and I will be going for sure.

Oooh! You should add the Oddities and Curiosity event on July 15 at the Suburban showcase showdown or whatever the fuck it’s called ☺️

Welcome! TA is an awesome dude. And this is a good place to be. Holy shit, y’all. I just realized that I have known most of you that are still here for almost 20 years, thanks to DGN.

What’s so wild about this to me is the fact that, even though the huge, main group that was here, when I came in are gone, this board is still moving along. I have peaked in, on and off, over the years. And Tron is doing a fucking phenomenal job. I’d love to help rebuild it, somehow. I just know that it’s because of this place, and these people that I uprooted my entire life to move from Baltimore, Maryland to Detroit, Michigan. I have zero regrets. And even if something happened to my marriage, this is my home now. I could move back east, but why? I’m absolutely thriving here. And it’s all either directly or indirectly because of something Troy did. I just feel so damn fortunate and it’s just so nice to be here.

I don’t even know exactly how many years it’s been since I’ve seen, Troy, in person. I think that it was at Angel and Wreckie’s wedding. I don’t come out much because it’s just a little too peopley for me sometimes. Every so often, I’ll make an appearance at Smalls. It’s always a nice little group, and it makes me happy to see those faces. He and I had a falling out, several years ago. The crazy thing is that I don’t know what it was about. I came here to visit and socialize and see who was here. What I got was a verbal attack that I never saw coming. Several people stood up for me and I just stopped coming. He eventually apologized, in his own way. I think he was embarrassed. But the reality is that if DGN didn’t exist, I wouldn’t be here at all. I would probably still be back home, living a miserable life, because I just wasn’t thriving there. DGN brought me some awesome friends, a wonderful husband, even my job. I don’t know how my life would be if it wasn’t for this place. This community has given me a lot without even trying hard. The community, here, is something I brag about, often. When people ask me how I met Jeff, I told them all about this place. It has given me a lot.

Waiting for Sierra to come out of her apartment to go to the office because this is the first of the two required office days, each week. Personally, I would rather be asleep. 😂

Anxiety ridden, today. Not a fan.

About to see the new Guardians of the Galaxy movie with the family. I don’t know how I’ve avoided the spoilers and am not sure if I’m emotionally prepared for it…