  That’s Anna D and Anna , for those not in the know. I just love our nickname so fucking much. Even better is the fact that our math teacher gave it to us. Then factor in the fact that Anna and I have practically the same conversation every day: D: You’re like, my favorite person in the world! Z: I know! I know! D: We like, get along so well. Z: I know! D: Like, we have really good conversations! Z: I know! We’re basically fourth graders who have just discovered the facts of life, and feel the need to talk about them loudly and obnoxiously in public. I can’t recall how many times we’ve been given weird looks, cat called, or asked for phone numbers when talking about- oh, say- masturbation.
But I feel like I never got a chance to act like this, I was twelve-going-on-twenty one in junior high. I’m compensating for lost immaturity. -------------------------------------------- My brothers were both cub scouts. I helped paint their Pine Derby box cars, I attended den meetings, and my mother even bought me one of those damn t-shirts. I went to ever single pot luck, dime-a-dip, and patch ceremony. Then when they became Boy Scouts, I went to their meetings, their summer camp, their flag ceremonies, and helped in their fundraisers.
I wanted so badly to get to wear those uniforms, with the blue little scarves and the arm bands. I wanted to go camping and play with fire! How I pined for those patches! Did I want to sell cookies door-to-door? Did I want to weave baskets? Wear green? Do anything having to do with Girl Scouting? No. I wanted to be a boy scout, yet because I lack male genitalia, I wasn’t allowed to. So, Boy Scouts of America, I fucking hate you and Boy Scout Sundays and if I am ever hit on in my own church again I will notify your troop leader immediately.
No matter how low-cut my top is, I am not asking for “it”. -------------------------------------------- I am supposed to go to Adrienne’s Academy Award Party tonight, but have no real intentions of doing so. I think it’s a cute idea to dress up in theory, but not in execution. I much prefer flip flops to heels and eye boogies to make-up. Affectionately… Anna 
