Crappy cellphone photos are the best.
Archive for January 2011
Scrambled Eggs at Midnight
By Brad Barkley and Heather Helper.
I love this book, yo.
I LOVE THIS BOOK.
I'm not drunk, but I'm tipsy, and thats good enough for me. I still have to take my medication when I get home. That's going to be ugly.
I'm on AIM for the first time in a million years. Living without internet is like trying to teach yourself to ride public transportation after 4 years of having a car, which, coincidentally, I also happen to be doing. Both situations SUCK.
I'm struggling with this typing thing. Pity that this is the first thing that I have to donate to society since January 8th. I'm sorry world. I'm sorry for my suck writing.
And while I'm at it, here is a list of other things that I'm sorry for:
- My insatiable need to be loved.
- My completely pointless rants.
- My need to be right.
- My mothers distaste of my personal decisions.
- Having sex.
- Doing drugs.
- My influence on others.
- Whatever else I may happen to be sorry for in the future.
No one read this.
Avert your eyes.
Sorry for writing this at the end of the post.
It's rather upsetting how much I like men.
I don't think it pathetic that I write stories about my situations with guys. Those are probably the best ones in my opinion. The beautiful ones fueled with... whatever emotion I'm feeling. Anger, hatred, infatuation. Anything.
Or, I could just be some pathetic bitch that makes up stories about guys that she likes because none of them like her back anywhere but her imagination.
Ouch, son.
Ta-Da!
Take 2
I am about to have people I don't really know in my house.
Will I let it bother me?
No.
Because I'm high as fuck.
Getting over it in
3...
2...
Wun.
My Christmas Gift.
Okay, so currently, that's my tattoo.
It's nowhere NEAR done... well, it is.
Only about 45% but thats still a failing grade in most schools.
Now, underneath the words goes THIS thing:
That, ladies and germs, is the Swordfish II.
Here's a better picture:
Ain't she beautiful?
I understand that I am indeed a dark skinned sista', but I'm kind of hoping that I can get the ship done in red too. Only time -and the tattoo artist- can tell.
Doin' big things in 2011.
Happy New Year
The one picture I have from the New Year Party before I got messed up.
Fucked up.
Wasted.
Fin.
I have not been sober for a single moment of 2011
I was high when I rang in the new year.
I was high all day New Years Day.
I was high all day January 2, 2011.
I am currently still high.
I have been high for so long that I have decided to be constructive. I have cleaned my entire house. My kitchen is spotless. My bathroom smells like a hospital. I am currently having diffictuly spelling the word hospital. I went to the store. I paid another bill. I cooked breakfast and dinner.
For all I know, I have transcended being high and went in a complete circle and now I’m sober all over again. I don’t know. I’m washing clothes!!!
I was high all day New Years Day.
I was high all day January 2, 2011.
I am currently still high.
I have been high for so long that I have decided to be constructive. I have cleaned my entire house. My kitchen is spotless. My bathroom smells like a hospital. I am currently having diffictuly spelling the word hospital. I went to the store. I paid another bill. I cooked breakfast and dinner.
For all I know, I have transcended being high and went in a complete circle and now I’m sober all over again. I don’t know. I’m washing clothes!!!
What is the world coming to?
Flying.
I find life to be rather unfair in this moment. I'm horny. Yeah, I said it. Taboo! Whatever, it needed to be said. And I don't have a boyfriend. Or a boy who is a friend. Or a boy I feel like doing anything with. This is rather depressing. I wish I had a list of dudes to choose from. Maybe it would be able to rub my ego's belly to make it feel a little better. It's just so HURT at the concept of me not having anyone to ravage right now.
About Me
- Ashley Allen
- I am everything you think I am. I will always fall short of your expectations.