Anna’s Adventures

Ai, what a week!

I had some amazing dreams! In one, Kal told me that he’d got a lewd tattoo in full colour. In another, I murdered 2 men. The first was a thin young man who ran in front of my car and who a white fatty spray all over the road when his body shattered. I dragged him into some woodland and drove on. The second was and older fat man who I killed in rage, dismembered and buried. Later, I was walking along, and saw some coins and differently shaped keys on the ground and I began to collect them. As I dug, I noticed papers belonging to myself and my sister, and I remembered that this is where I buried the fat man. I really hoped that I wouldn’t get caught, and woke with the sense that it was a real memory!

On Saturday morning, I dreamed of lactation. I dreamed of touching my nipple and having it spring forth in a multi-directional white spray of nutritive life!

In other news, I went to the gym and punished myself at cycle and at personal training. I so ♥ Kel, my trainer. She is just honest, nice and sweet.

Then after my training sesh, I got ink! Bluebeard is dead, I inherit the riches of the castle.

Courtesy of The Illustrated Man. Wheeeeee! Oh yeah, and new friend didn’t say “I don’t like tattoos” or “that looks stupid” or even “hrpm” followed by silence. He said “that’s new” and later, asked about its significance and (wait for this) listened to the answer. Oh fuck I am in trouble!

Workmates said “that’s lovely!”.

On friday night, I went to hellfire with cleopatra eyes and a pushup bra. I was escorted by my own skirted centurion, which was rather lovely. But I must admit, the best part of the night was arriving and leaving on the antique Indian. It was nice to be introduced to people as we mingled. I even met some people under my own steam - a lovely young man named G* who’s costume theme was “if you find a cheaper outfit, Bunnings will beat it by 10%” and who appreciated my new tattoo. There was another bloke with lovely eyes who’s followed me about a bit and who I might speak to next time. I danced with this wildly enthusiastic lass who was dancing with everyone one by one. Yay! All in all, I was a bit subdued, but had a very nice time, some compliments, and I think some acquaintances. Although as we were leaving, I was accosted by some drunk dickhead, but he was easy to deal with: just said “No, I’m leaving now, goodbye”. I think that its good for me to practice the boundaries.

Yesterday, I had a lovely chat with KS. Yay! We talked about how sometimes you have such a hard time in relationships, and then realise that you’re just having them with the wrong people. I’m suddenly aware that there are heaps of people who’d wade a river of shit to worship me. Maybe that’s why my mum always wanted me to marry a plumber? (Actually, she wanted a son who’d be a plumber).

Today, my father is coming to visit us - wow. I had only found that out at 7am yesterday morning (after 3 hours sleep).

I’m really quite happy with myself!