I want to have sex. I'm tired of being a nun, I want sex. Now.

Hey Guys, sorry I went all absent for a second, but ya know...work, work, work. A weekened meeting would be great, just let me know about a week ahead of time? I could ask off, but I would need a little notice, so if ya'll let me know early, I'll definitely work the Deb-magic and see what I can do.

Really gotta go though, more later, Damien is waiting on me. Talk Later Babes!

Love you BIG OLE MUCH!

Ahh the cornfields... good ol Illinois. Cornfields and Chicago, that is the state of Illinois. And unfortunately, there's a lot more corn than there is Chicago.

You wouldn't be intruding. I know you aren't coming, cornfields and all, but I thought you should know that. And you can just pop up. Call me, let me know and we're all set.

Scary animal slippers... I never had scary animal slippers, but every time I spent the night at Liz's, I would steal hers. Going up and down stairs in grizzly bear slippers is not as easy as you might think. I just thank god there weren't that many stairs.

Tis a very poppish title but it seems to fit. If the shoe fits...bigolly you better wear it!

If Deb would get back on here we could discuss. I don't wanna ride through, what was it, corn fields all by myself. I want Deb to be tortured as well. Muahahaha.... This weekend I definitely can't but I was hoping next weekend. That'd be off the heezy fo sheezy. But since it's Papa Pat's b-day I don't wanna intrude. So maybe the weekend after that it would be good. We'll just have to see. Maybe this won't work out....I wouldn't be surprised. The good thing is I or we, depending on how this goes, wouldn't be in your hair that long because it'd only be for like the weekend. So even though it's short notice you could reassure your parents with that. It'll be like if you asked us Friday at school at the last second to spend the night and the 'rents weren't aware of our coming over that evening. We'll show up with sleeping bags, facial supplies, and scary animal slippers.

The Conclusions Cont.

Should I even be writing this considering I'm talking to you right now? I'm not sure. I'll probably just end up repeating myself, but that's what I do best so why the hey not?

I'm going to leave the whole Ashton situation alone in this part of my conclusions. I can see why it's irking you - it would irk me, too - even if I can't put my finger on the exact reason why. It's somewhere in my head, and probably in yours, too, but actually getting to it and getting it out seem to be a problem. Just read what I wrote last time, read what Deb will write eventually and trust yourself. Even with those feelings all wacked out, and I know that they are, the little bastards, but they were right once and they'll be right again someday.

You could come up here if you want. I don't think Deborah will be able to get in on this fun since she has work and such, but I know she'd want to so we'll see when she pops back up. But I don't really have anything to work around except doctor appointments and my chiropractor is the only one who's open on weekends. This weekend I'm not doing anything, nothing planned, anyway, but next weekend we're celebrating my dad's 50th birthday so that'll be a big shindig. It's only on Sunday night, though, so it shouldn't be an issue.

How about "Music (Is My Safety)" or the same thing with 'Blanket' added on? That could work. It's very pop music-y, but hey, ain't nothing wrong with that. Except the double negative.

And this is the One Line Blog. Observe.

It is, isn't it?

Viva la Bitch Smack!!!

The bad karma and heartless junk Peter put me through?

Anna is lost.

She can't think of karmatic heartless junk.

Anna also feels a little stupid.

Anna will deal.

I think I have an idea :)

As much as you need, we've got it.

Yes, conclusions!

I've been reading a lot of Sherlock Holmes lately.

And this will conclude the One Line Blog as it has now become obselite. Now it is time for My Conclusions.

It's great that you're meeting people, and liking them, since it's horrible meeting new people that you can't stand. Stupid people take all the fun out of it. But this Jason guy, he doesn't seem to be stupid. Ashton, on the other hand... she's being a bad friend. Like you said, it's not so much about him liking her or even her liking him, it's the fact that she knew how you felt and then went off with him behind your back. The chair analogy really works, too. It seems like to me, from what you said about her degrading herself and having all these different relationships at one time... she needs to the attention. Like, she doesn't even care about these people, she just has something in her life that left her to desperately seek attention from the opposite sex. Not an excuse, just a (possible) reason. Have you talked to her at all about this?

And I promise, promise, promise that I will finish this up asap. Right now I am very tired and very drugged, though, so I need to go to bed.

It's absolutely amazing all the shit life can throw at you. Not just for you Anna, but for each of us.
I love Dale and I think he's a great guy. We've all known that the hang up on you Anna was there ever since we became friends. I think each of us can probably relate a little bit to what Dale's going through and feel sympathy towards the situation. As far as this new relationship between you and Justin, you want it, you need it, you deserve it. Simple as that. Why in the hell though does something that simple have to come with so much crummy, dramatic baggage? (LIFE! *BITCH SMACK*) I think it's great that you think you're in love because honestly you needed to bounce back from the bad kharma and heartless junk Peter put you through.

You don't know how much that means to hear the words that somebody understands. I know you both have said it before and were able to relate to me, but for some reason I'm needing it so much more right now. This whole week has been the week from hell. I'm making and breaking friendships right and left and I feel like I'm fucking possessed or something. I can't comprehend my emotions anymore. It always gets worse when I'm about to start my period, which I should any day now, but no woman should have to wig this bad. Let me just explain what happened and you two can draw ya'lls own conclusions.

Last Friday I met Justin's, one of my good friends, brother. His name is Jason. He is 23 and from California. Super nice guy, we've got a lot to talk about and he's just great. We have good laughs constantly and so basically I started to develop a thing for him. Well, one night we went to Sonic where Ashton works to get some food. It was about 10:30 so she was getting off as soon as we pulled up. We all get out and talk to her yadee yadah. Night ends, we go home. When I get back to the house I start talking to Ashton on msn messenger about Jason and about how much of a great guy he is. Well, she encourages me to tell him about my little crush. I won't do it because A: it's way too soon B: i'm too shy. So I start talking to Jason on msn as well and he asks me about Ashton. He also says something about her having a nice ass. I wasn't really surprised because that's how every guy responds to Ashton. To make a long story short, I've been busting my ass trying to build a huge friendship and possibly more with Jason all week long (pulling long nights out with him and my other friend Donnie) going to bars, Wal-Mart, random peoples houses, anything to keep us together and occupied. The second Ashton and Jason are together this next Thursday at my friend Matthew's party...well wouldn't you know it magical sparks fly. Only in her panties I'm sure. So the next night she goes out to a party with him and is trying to hide it from me. She doesn't even care that she's hurt me. I can understand if Jason doesn't like me and he likes Ashton. I'm definitely not the girl Ashton is and I'm not going to degrade myself to be like her. But the thing that kills me the most is why Ashton offered me the chair if she was going to sit in it. Now I'm in the floor, on my ass, looking like an ass. And no one, especially someone who is supposed to be my friend, is going to get away with that. So of course I've been getting plastered all weekend long, saying things I shouldn't say about her (or maybe I should), getting in fights with all my other friends because they all seem to take her side and make me out to be over dramatic. They tell me it's wrong what she did but when she asks them if they're mad at her they say no. They forget to tell her what they're telling me about being disappointed in her though, hence allowing her to think that what she's doing is okay. It's such a petty thing to be fighting over but it's more of a respect issue than anything. (Cause Jason's a great guy and all but he wasn't just rockin' my world like the #1 fish in the sea or anything) Right now Ashton's got a guy she's dating from Mass., a guy from here that's about to have a kid that she's interested in, and now this new guy from California that I'm interested in but she just can't seem to be satisfied with having a whole shitload of guys to choose from. I'm not about the drama. You guys know that. I'm an extremely peaceful person, but this is one thing that for some reason has irked me the wrong way...big time. I need feedback from my girls.

On top of this whole situation the depression is still killing me as well. There are days when I'm seriously about to pack all my shit and leave. Just run away. I know it won't help but it seems to help a tad when I can get away and clear my head. So I was actually thinking, not this weekend but maybe the next, could I drive up or down to see one of you. I think it would be cool if Deborah drove here and then we took my car the rest of the way to Wisconsin. I realize this might be a mega thorn in the ass but that's why I'm asking. Because I honestly need you girls right now. Not only to hang out but to hang on.

As for the poem you wrote Anna. Wow wow and more wow. It's absolutely refreshing to read something so well written and true. I'm just struggling on helping out with the name. I like Safety Blanket but it needs something to combine the two. Something more well-rounded. Safety in the Sound....gah, that just doesn't do it either I don't think. Let me think about it more.

Deborah, I haven't read a new blog from you in a few. I love you chica. Write soon.

XOXOXO