Anna Phylaxis

Peace. But I feel like it’s going to come sooner rather than later for my house.

I know I haven’t popped in too much, lately. But I just wanted to drop by and say hello to all of you fine humans. I hope you’re doing well. And, if not, that’s also OK. 🩷

Sitting with Ali and sharing the joy that is both “I LI’ve The 80s“ and “I Love The 90s“ as she googles all of it ☺️

Happy birthday, grandpa!

Every time I see, or hear this question, I keep thinking of that song “Death By Misadventure.” And then I’ll start singing it out loud, much to the disappointment of many. But I have to say I would prefer to either go out extremely quickly and/or painlessly. I really don’t want to feel it. I don’t want to suffer. I don’t feel like suffering is a requirement.

Truly correct and ethical way to wish someone a happy birthday. Thank you!

Holy fuck. It definitely was better than that. 😂☠️

Hey! I made the list!

It’s just so damn gross. I don’t understand why people like it so much. Again, I catch a lot of grief for the things that I enjoy. I guess that’s what makes the world go round lol.

I am definitely a huge fan of different varieties of licorice. Just not black licorice. That shits disgusting

I am 100% with you when it comes to venomous spiders. I’m not a fan at all.

Wiley Wallaby’s Classic Red

Anna Phylaxis started off as my derby name, and then became my early burlesque name before I became Lana Del Taco.

It’s wild that I never commented in this thread. But really, what wasn’t I bullied for? I was poor, I was ugly, I was too skinny. The boys would tell everybody that I was a pirate’s dream because of my sunken chest. I had very few things of value. In the ninth grade, I was given a purse that my grandmother made for me. It was very popular style at the time, but none of us could afford to buy them from the store. they were girls in my classes. It would do horrible shit to my clothes into my hair. One girl tried to light my hair on fire in Spanish class. That was really scary. I don’t know why almost everything I’m saying happened in Spanish class, though. The boys overheard me talking about how much I loved my purse with the only two friends I had in school. So during Spanish class one day, it disappeared. I got up to go to my next class, and it wasn’t there. I started to panic. There was nothing important in it, other than a lipgloss. But it was the purse. My grandmother made me, and it meant a lot. One of the boys said that he thought he saw my purse in the boys bathroom and he brought me in there, and there were all the other boys. Each one of them took a healthy shit in one toilet, and then they pushed the purse. My grandmother made me into it. I will never forget that as long as I live. my husband just asked me if any of these ass clowns were going to be at the 40 year reunion, next month. I honestly have no clue. I doubt it highly, since most of them I hadn’t seen since middle school. But their words did a lot of damage. I’m still working on undoing the damage.

Never forget the blood.

I want 3 chickens. That’s all that we’re allowed to have in Eastpointe. And I have to get permission from at least one next-door neighbor. Since one is dead, and the other two are young boys, I can walk over there in a skirt and heels with the letter I am pretty sure they’ll sign it. I know that sounds gross, but they’re boys in their 20s. as for my family, I have: A husband, whom I met here. A son (Ian) who is almost 30 A daughter (Jupiter) aged 28 Two pit mixes (Silent Bob & Barb) 4 furry cats, including a Norwegian forest (Dita Von Teeth, Dust Bunny, Milo, Mae) 2 sphynx cats (Boaz & Skyndi Laupurr) 3 parrots: Suzy Hotrod (African Gray), Riley (Blue Crown Conure), Tiki (Sun Conure) 1 Indonesian Blue-Tongue Skink named Fluffy we also feed the ferals in our neighborhood. So yeah, they’re family, but they just visit because they’re hungry. Like college kids.

Oh my gosh. I just reread this for the first time in a million years. And the thing is that he never had a long, extensive conversation or several with me about it. He just felt that I was right for a position as moderator, despite living on the East Coast at the time. It’s weird how I’m coming across so many very old things to bring back a whole lot of memories, on this board.

I’m thinking that, while I am not a fan of the large spider outside of my living room window, I do appreciate the art that she is creating, and the fact that she gets all the bugs

I don’t really feel like I have anything to hide. However, if somebody tried really hard from where I work, but I could find some of my old posts, and that might get me into a little bit of hot water. Then again, whatever I do outside of work is whatever I do outside of work. I wouldn’t mind the option of them not being able to see anything I post, should they ever come looking.

I have a very teeny tiny little cooler type fridge upstairs to keep my edibles chilled. Definitely not enough room, otherwise.

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Pretty damned relaxed ☺️

I wish the ice cream sammiches were up here instead of downstairs…

Currently

I wouldn’t really say that I have a style. Honestly, I kind of dress like a fucking weirdo. I’ll throw things together that don’t necessarily go together and I’m not afraid to mix prints. And I’m actually my most happy, that way.