xevilxashleyx

Holy fucking Day from Hell!!!

I swear, the only thing that would've made today worse would've involved police. Or an unlubed anal punch. At this point, it really wouldn't matter...

Showdown with my mom. Again. I begin the transition tonight. Bye bye Hell, methinks, I don't have time for your games any longer.
I've felt a range of [negative] emotions today, and they're really taking their toll.
I cried in the rain for an hour. I was driping wet for the rest of the day. I worked through my entire break, because the people that were supposed to be working...weren't. Surprise sur-prise. Not.



People are beginning to irritate me more and more, and I only partially blame it on the seasonal shift. I'm allowing myself to digress, or rather, I'm allowing myself to become stagnant. I don't have time for anything and it irritates me to high fucking hell and back.
Nothing gets accomplished when I actually have the time to accomplish something, and I constantly have to choose between the place I consider home and the place I'm morally bound to, but hate.

Have I told anyone lately that I hate my life?



Boo-hoo. Poor ashley.

Pressing forward...

What the hell has happened to these last few months?! Am I the only one that thinks they're flying right on by? I guess maybe it wouldn't be so bad if things had been changing, but the only thing that's different is that I'm a little more in the hole, and I'm a little more angry with the world inside of me.

Go team...

I've really got to stop being so damn negative. It gets me nowhere...

So, yeah...

I find it odd - and slightly fascinating - that all my [cold blooded] critters are on almost identical shedding cycles. I came home today to find that each and every one of my snakes had shed, despite all sorts of variances in their habitats, feeding schedules, etc...

Turkey Day brings Harry Potter, Round 2. This time, with evldedgrl, psychozimeffnes, and WugglyUmp, with any luck. What good is a day devoted to eating dead birds and foodstuffs slathered in butter to a vegan? Good for seeing movies, I say. Go Team. I knew this whole vegan thing would pay off, somehow.

My junk, well, I was a little too rough with it these last few days. But...well, I like it.

This weekend, eh, I'm not too sure about it. Last weekend was, eh, not-so-good. I'm determined to have myself a blast this time around...

Who's in?!

I am currently wearing the biggest hoody ever, along with a knee-length, skull-covered skirt, green, blue, and brown knee-high argyle socks, and blue and white hawaiian flowered flip flops. Yes, sir. That's what standing in the rain for an hour will get you...

I must say, however, that I look fucking awesome!

I've got some creativity brewing in this cranium of mine. It happens from time to time, but moreso around the holidays. I hate them, but I do quite love pleasing people I like. However, this year [and, well, every other year, too] I'm using my creativity to my own selfish benefit: the less money I spend on store-bought crap for people, the more money I have to get myself some nice ink. Eventually. Plus, who wants store-bought crap, anyway?

I need to bust a move. Shake my booty, ya heard? [Actually, I just want to stab someone in the eye...]

Yar. I need a new life. This one doesn't suit me anymore...
Can I at least get a refund? Gah. If heaven exists, I hope it works that way...

Whatcha gonna do with all that junk? All that junk inside your trunk?
Im'ma ge-ge-ge-get you drunk, get you love-drunk off this hump...

bust a move, I shall...