Anonymously Alone

OUT OF POCKET

2009-11-24T07:23:00.001-05:00

Out of town for the hols all week! Sorry! I will have limited access to a computer, but it'll be a family computer. With young cousins toddling around. So I probably won't be blogging. I'll be sure to have a super sexy HNT for y'all next week!

TMI Tuesday: Pink and White Striped Cotton Cheeky Panties and Well Fitting But Hideously Colored Purple and Green Bra

2009-11-23T22:13:00.004-05:00

1. Is there an entertaining story attached to (women) your first bra / (men) your first jockstrap? Actually no. I got my first training bra before I even wanted a bra! I was in 3rd grade, I think! (Anon Newlywed can confirm?) It was a little ridiculous.

2. Is there a story to (women) your first try at bralessness /(men) your first encounter with bralessness? Uh, no. I try not to go braless that often.

3. How about your first time going commando? I don't know the first time I went comando, but I used to go comando in high school all the time. Made me feel super sexy.

4. Or your first discovery of lack-of-underpants in another? Oh yeah! In 10th grade, Derek, a senior, sat behind and to the left of me in Algebra II. He flirted with me like crazy and I was ridiculously flattered. One time I turn around to flirt with him and he's wearing shorts... and I can see his dick. And it's hard. And he's making it wiggle up and down. I thought it was freaking hilarious, but not that sexy, unfortunately for Derek!

5. Any other good underwear-related tales to tell? Hahaha, one time ANW and I were at our friends house and she was getting ready for Wednesday night church (baptist thing?) and her clean jeans were downstairs in the laundry room. Between her bedroom and the laundry room is the kitchen, the living room, and the basement/playroom area. So she takes off sprinting, in her tee shirt and underwear, across the house. We run after her (we're fully clothed) and her two older brothers and her father are sitting in the living room looking at us like we're completely out of our mind. Which, of course, we were.

Also, one time I found a satin red jock strap in my dad's underwear drawer. I'm not the kind of person who is skeeved out by their parents sex lives. It is what it is. But that little item I found particularly hilarious.

*the title refers to what kind of undies I'm wearing right now

I actually do have friends

2009-11-21T01:31:00.004-05:00

Anonymous.Boy (that would be the boyfriend) and I had a disagreement this evening. And then he promptly went to sleep. Well, that sucks. So, I went back home and call a friend. We went out and ended up, as usual, spending a few hours chatting over drinks.

I won't lie and tell you that I was totally not hoping that A.B had tried to call or email me, and was worried when he couldn't get in touch with me. But, no. He's probably still sleeping anyway.

I have very very very few people that I feel are truly my friends. I can count all of my friends on one hand. With room to spare. This person, let's call them Anonymous.Friend (I am so fucking creative, let me tell you). No, let's pick something less generic. Quail. This friend is called Quail. Guess why (don't worry. It's really obscure; you'll never get it). ...

Anyway, Quail is genuinely one of the few people that I can really talk to. I wonder if I talk to much and get on Quail's nerves, but I never actually feel that way when I'm with Q. I'm just terribly insecure sometimes. We meet frequently for drinks and spend hours in conversation. Some mundane, some less so. Past sex lives. Religion. Academia. A little gossip. The thing is, I really couldn't careless if I had two friends or two hundred. If I have a couple friends like Quail, I don't need a bunch of sorry acquaintances whose toes I'm afraid to step on. Who I feel awkward around when we talk about sex.

Like, most of my friends don't know about my walk of shame, while my shirt was covered in stripper makeup. Or how the stripper make up got there. Or why, in fact, I was doing the walk of shame. Most of my friends don't know about that weekend when Ex.Boy and I tried to really push the limits of reason and had sex 13 times. That was pretty ridiculous. We're counting Friday 6pm - Sunday 10pm. That's like once every four hours. My pussy was so tired. Muscles I didn't know existed were tired. I love sex, and we were pretty hyper sexual. But I'm more into erotica and stuff, rather than having sex EIGHT TIMES in one day (Yes, quickies counted). I'd rather draw it out; something slow and sensual.

THE POINT IS... I can talk about that with Quail. I don't have performance anxiety with Quail (I have performance anxiety about everything. Including yellow lights. Weird, huh?)

Quail and I made plans to see the play tomorrow. I wish it was South Pacific (which is in town). Oh, god, I wish it was South Pacific. But, it's just a play at the local college. Hopefully we'll share a bottle of wine and have another great night of conversation.

Thursday 13: Favorites

2009-11-19T21:14:00.003-05:00

Top Ten Faves (maybe I should do top 13?) in no particular order.

I did NOT read every single T13. :-( Sorry. I am lazy. And busy. Both. Neither. Whatever.
I did NOT pick anything that said "13 things I'm thankful for this year!" or something equally cheesy. I'm sure I'll be forced into doing something similar 'round the table this year. Every year. This year I'm thankful for caffeine and skin. Two of my favorite things. I love skin. (not mine)

From Tracie: "...the ways that people find my blog..." (people finds blogs in CRAZY ways. True)
9. "Say Bomb on a Plane".....this is a story that I will be re-addressing later this week when I leave for Arizona.

The Thinks I Think: Book 'em! (A list of statements-answered with a book title)
You and your friends are: The Idiot Girl and the Flaming Tantrum of Death (by Laurie Notaro)

Write From Karen: How to Write a Bad Novel (Part One) (LOLTASTIC)
8. If you are writing fantasy literature, make sure your magical animals have never been thought of before. Try a talking armadillo. No, forget the talking armadillo. I want that one for myself.

Not So Pleasantly Plump: 13 Foods I'm Going To Miss Most (Saddest list EVAR!)
Bacon, ice cream, alcohol, donuts. I could go on but. I ... I just can't do it!! *sniff* I'm so sad for her. But I totally feel her pain (yeah, I was on a super strict diet for a while.)

Soul Crayons: Insomnia No-No's (Lolarious)
4) Tweezing your eyebrows even if it's been three months since the last "weeding out." Blindness, or any retinal damage from sleep-deprived floppy arm point that tweezer and tug syndrome, is not a desired side effect.

Relationship Underarm Stick: 13 Things Not To Say On A First Date (Pilfered from twitter)
vickypinheiro #nottosayonfirstdate do you wanna go see New Moon?

The Little Deer: Favorite First Sentences (It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains....)
13. The beet is the most intense of vegetables. ~Jitterbug Perfume

Girls To Grow: Thirteen Foods for my Thanksgiving Table
Just... just go read it. I'm so fucking hungry.

Hootin' Anni's: How Long Did it Take You to Figure This Out (I got it on #4! Suck on that!)
1] This was first written in 1788

Romantic Interludes: 13 Ways to Heat Up Some Passion (You know I had to include a sexy one!!!!)
13. Getting too hot? Oh, hell with it! Just throw him on the floor, poor the wine all over him and lick it off!(not sure this will cool you down... oh well!)

HONORABLE MENTION! I heart shameless self-promotion, you know I do.
Adelle Lauden: Thirteen Reasons you NEED to buy Triad of Hope (Shamelessly delicious!)
3- I will owe you a debt of gratitude

HNT Faves

2009-11-19T20:05:00.002-05:00

My Top Ten (in no particular order) HNTs for this week. You'll have to click the link to check 'em out. And I mean have to! They're awesome!

Emma: Just Duckie The duck! It's so cute.
Polt: Undress me, will i look like a fool Um, duh. Superman jam-jams
Fat Controller: Pear Necklace This is such a beautiful picture. For reals
The Eternal List: Damaged Intimate in such a different way
Minority Report: Lazy I heart the lighting and softness in this pic. Subtle and sexy
Kevin Lomax: HNT Mirroring. Not subtle at all, lol. Sexy as hell
An Artist Exposed: Big White Bed Wonderful click-through on this one
Emmy: Innuendo In my-endo. No, this one is so great. Love the colors. Love her skin. Plus, she was the HNT mystery guest!
Dharma: If you've got love in your sights, watch out love bites This one gave me shivers. Love bites, indeed!
Elle: I'm looking for this man These pictures are just perfect

D00D!

2009-11-19T12:56:00.002-05:00

A guy at my work, one of my supervisors, is basically at semi-aged frat boy. He says "dude" constantly. He drinks beer at his desk every Friday afternoon. Oh and in the tradition of so many frat boys before him, he's a douche. If he can't figure out how to do something, then it is clearly broken and you broke it and fuck it's going to take him HOURS to fix it. Really? Because *click* oh, there. Yeah, it works. SHUT UP.

Mantra: I love my job i love my job i love my job

Okay, see, that's one of my many lies. I enjoy my other co-workers. They're fun. We get along. We probably won't be friends after I leave here, but hey, I don't care.

But, damnit, the work is so mindless sometimes. I am just not cut out for customer service work. I don't like it and I'm not good at it. I had to make twenty fucking follow-up calls today.

Really? There's a completely insignificant problem with the product you received that your customers will never notice? Sure, we'll waste our money shipping it back to us and sending you a replacement. Then we'll sell that to someone else. Because NO ONE ELSE will notice.

My god, can August get here any faster? FML

HNT: Ladybug

2009-11-18T21:52:00.001-05:00

I didn't have time to take a picture or anything. I just started this blog today. But I love Half-Nekkid Thursdays!. I haven't been able to do it in the past because of who read my blog. Now, I'm happily anonymous.

This picture will probably be the most revealing picture I've ever posted on my blog. Because if anyone who knows me IRL sees it, they'll know who I am right away. But I wanted to share.

Yes, well, it's supposed to be a ladybug. The body was made by smearing red paint on my tit and pressing it to the canvas. The dots and antenna are from fingers.

Tell me what you want to see next Thursday!

Thursday Thirteen: About Me

2009-11-18T21:30:00.004-05:00

(image from t-13)

As an introduction to me, as my second post on this blog, this Thursday Thirteen will be:

Thirteen Things about Anonymous.Girl

(image from QC you must read it. hilarity.)

I'm an enigma, wrapped in a mystery. There is not a single person here on this earth that I am 100% honest with. Not even myself. I have a few secrets from everybody.

You are not my first. I have another blog. That my parents, roommates, and professors read. (True.) I'm in a long term relationship with that blog. You're more of a friends with benefits before it gets complicated. We have sex when we want and don't really care what the other thinks.

I need to get it out!!! I really need some place to vent. Because of the above, there are times when I can neither vent to another person or vent on my other blog. This, Anonymous.Girl was born.

(image from Chester 5000 XYZ)

I heart All things NSFW. Including webcomics, youtube videos, and myself. I plan on exposing some of that on this blog. I can't really expose it anywhere else.

I'm as corny as Kansas in August. I'm in love with a wonderful guy. I have been for a few years. Fully committed and plan on getting hitched someday. And yes, I have secrets from him

She works hard for her money... kinda. I am employed at a small business. This is one of my short term relationships. I like my work place. I do not like my job. It is mindless. I can do so much better.

(image from Ph.D.)

That's Dr. Anonymous to you! I am about to start working towards my Ph.D. This is incredibly intimidating. When I think about it, I feel like incapable and incompetent. But I KNOW I can do this.

FOR SCIENCE! I am non-religious. I believe in science and technology and the power of imagination. Not to say I'm at all spiritual about any of those things. I'm non-spiritual as well. Science is just a pretty sweet thing.

Of course I love you, honey! I lie. A lot. Sometimes I don't really mean to. They're mostly white lies. No one gets hurt. Usually.

Married To The Sea

up up down down left right left right a b start I. Love. VIDEO GAMES. Oh yes, I do. And goddamnit, Blizzard needs to get it's ass in gear and hand over some DIII.

We are living in a material world. And I am a material girl. I love things. I always want more things. Clothes. Office supplies. Games. Friends.

Anonymously ALONE. I was just kidding. I actually don't want anymore friends. I have a few. That's enough for me. I like to be alone (hint, look at blog title).

I MAED A GAM3 W1TH Z0MB1ES 1N IT!!!1 Well. No. I didn't. But.... I heart Zombies! Well, not zombies so much as slaughtering them. And watching them be slaughtered.

Thank you for reading and welcoming Anonymous.Girl to the blogosphere. Leave a comment! I'd love to check out your T-13!

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Anonymous.Girl

2009-11-18T17:13:00.001-05:00

I have a lot of secrets. Not on purpose. There are just somethings in my life I can totally not share with anyone. I want to share them here. With you. I don't plan on sharing any personal information with you. Like my first name or location. Or ethnicity. Or alma mater. Or anything identifiable. Because I want to be able to be completely open with you.