Separated at birth?

You know, I was considering making my "Suckage" lists a regular weekly feature on the site. Like, next week's would probably include a brief description of how I single-handedly managed to get oil in THREE spots on my fabulous new Express Editor Pants last night, when I didn't even eat anything with oil. However, earlier this afternoon, I was driving my rental car out of a parking garage in Government Center, anxiously attempting to make my way through the ticket booth. I realized I had been waiting an awfully long time for the car ahead to move. Waiting. And Waiting. WAITING. Finally, one enormous asshole emerged from the passenger side, and asked: well, like, is there an ATM in here? I hate you, Parking Garage Girl. And so I waited while this asshat went to find cash. And I then I decided that I will never suck as much as this girl. Ever. And also, last night at dinner, some people in my company decided I look like Anna Kournikova, and when I came down to a meeting this morning, all fresh-faced adorned with ONE HUGE PIMPLE, someone actually said, "Hey Anna!" So really I am pretty awesome, and thus, don't suck. Ya know?



This evening my New England tour has moved just 15 miles north of Boston, to Peabody, Mass. I'm debating if I plan on leaving my hotel room tonight. I've got a ton of work to catch up on, y'all.

And though I have concluded I am pretty awesome in real life; in the blogosphere, I am actually quite needy. So while I know some people actually do read this site, and then are kind enough to email me about it, or mention something I wrote in conversation: don't be scared to post a comment. No really. I welcome feedback. Seriously. You can post anonymously too, for example: HomeValley, I know you and therefore can tell you, you don't look a fucking thing like Anna K. And then I will reply something like: Thank you for your comment; but, agree to disagree? You see how much fun that was??

Finally, friends, I will be home all by myself this weekend in NYC (we need to reconnect, she and I), so I promise I will write completely wicked witty posts that are guffaw outloud FLIPPING* hilarious and, you know, have actually topics. So check back, gentle readers.

*Edited for 1st grade class.