I didn't wish you a Happy Birthday but I did eat your cake. #jerk

We should be ashamed.

A: Oh, just kidding. The mail order bride is a DOCTOR. 

H: We are guilty of hot blonde profiling.

Blackface Band-aids!

Shades of ...eh?

Dear Ladies,
I am very sorry your sex lives have been so boring.
Congratulations on discovering your inner vixen.
May your bedrooms be full of bliss!

Love,
Ashley

Time heals?

No, not really.
I just think of those puppers and I well up with tears.
Still.  At the drop of a hat.
I need to see them soon.

Repeat, repeat, repeat.

Well, that's a good Dali to steal if yer gonna steal one.

It was Take Your Dog To Work Day and I couldn't participate.

Anyways...

Why don't I ever finish anything?  

Seriously.

Or rather, commit.

I get BORED.

Bored with people and hobbies.

But I hate change and love routine.

I was given an opportunity and I'm going to take it.

I feel guilty but will feel guiltier if I don't take it.

Stayed tuned as it will be official after Monday [I hope/think.]

Maybe my manic posts are where it's at.

I feel better and others are entertained.

I honestly didn't think anyone read my blog until I saw the stats today.

Quite a busy blog (for me) back in the day.

I write this stuff for ME though.

I love going back and reading it a few years later.

It's my journal, where I can't say what I really want because someone might see it.

I think I need to go start a blog where I do that.

Or maybe just be a open book on this thing.

Cos I'm real.

*cue J.Lo'z song*

I sort of want to stick with this blog.

Make it a mish-mash of my life.

Chronicling myself and my journey... because that is exactly what it feels like right now.

I know I always SAY I want to do that and then I fall off the wagon after a few weeks.

Like I do with everything.

Cos I'm human.

Disappointed and feeling really lonely, if I can be honest. #periodpangs?