Thought of the Day: It's been a while...

Greetings Minions! It is none other than your fearless leader, Anna. I have a favor to ask. Could you all go to your bank accounts and transfer about $100 bucks to mine? Thanks bunches.

So anyway, let me first give a shout out to my old frienemy, Anonymous. I hope your herpes are staying at bay. Would hate to think you couldn't go protest the war on account of an itchy breakout. Was that too much?...I'll admonish myself later. So anyway, I hope you are all doing well. I know I am. Let's see, in the months since I last posted, I have fallen totally in love with performing improv, and just recently started writing sketch comedy, with a very promising response to my sketches.  The Pushers are awesome teachers! Oh, plus Horatio Sanz retweeted me on twitter, and I felt like the coolest kid on the block. I've also made some amazing friends who actually don't think it's cool to suck. They pretty much all work in the Hampton Roads comedy underground, or perform in bands, or are just awesome for breathing. It only took me fourteen years to become a part of this, but I don't plan on doing anything else, now that I have found it. I am sure the fact that I am amazingly happy makes that vein on the side of Anonymous's bulbous dome just throb with hate. Don't worry Anonymous, someday they'll find a cure for stupid, and then maybe you can do something great, too...lol, naw.

So let's see, current events. Lindsey Lohan is getting paid %1M to show her boobs in Playboy. You all know how much I love Playboy, so the thought of her booze-hound ass polluting the pages kinda makes me want to drink. But since so many old perverts want to see if her carpet matches her drapes, I'm sure that Hef will make a nice return...so that's good.

So Stephanie Meyer is still being encouraged to write...which means that Nietzsche could be right. I wonder what she's writing about, this time. Witches who only cast spells on people who have engaged in sex outside of marriage, and instead of flying on brooms, they drive Mercedes because their virgin butts can't ride in anything but the best...oh, and they sparkle, for no apparent reason, at 2:30 AM (the Witching Hour is 3 AM, but we all know how Ms. Meyer likes to fuck everything up...so...)

Well, it's time for me to place my offspring in their slumber pods (as my daughter sings Old McDonald had a farm, "he i he i ho...wit a him ho here and a him ho dare....he i he i ho,"....my kids are awesome), so I will dismiss you from this meeting of brains with one final thought. Occupy Wall Street, serious business, or just another opportunity for t-shirt companies to capitalize on new-age rabble rousers. Discuss.