xevilxashleyx

Gah! I'm tired.

I worked for twelve hours today, and I was alone for eight of them. It figures that the one day I have plans is the day that I end up working twelve hours. Ohhh well, I'm hurtin' for money, and I guess this is as good a way as any to get it...

There was something importante I had to say, but fuck if I can remember what it was. Guess it wasn't all that importante then, aye?

So, I'm currently in love sleep right now, though I have no idea why. The days are certainly getting fucking shorter, and I hate hate hate it, so that's probably a good reason. I can't wait for fall, as it be my favorite season, matey. (Also, it brings about me birthday, which means moooonaaayy. Yay for that!)

At the moment, my ass hurts. Probably - nay, DEFINATELY - from sitting on it for twelve+ hours today. Yet, what am I doing now? Sitting on it more, because I just don't have the ambition to do anything. I suck at this game, I know...

So tomorrow, I head to the DMV to see about this court fee bullshit and about getting my license back. Wish me luck, I think I'm gonna be needin' it. Also, I need a shower, as I'm sticky as hell, and slightly stinky in that sweaty-but-clean way. You know what I mean.

Methinks this weekend should be an interesting one to say the least. No 'real' reason as of yet, just a hunch...

And, randomly, I think I'll add this:

I signed up for a gourmet cooking and catering course today. With text books and tests and professionalism and whatnot. That's right, boys and girls, ashley is going to be a Real, Certified, Professional Chef! Unfortunately, it means I'm spending a shit ton of money on something I already do quite well just so that I can have a piece of paper that says that...I do it quite well.
I figure it's a chance to get a career going and whatnot, and something to keep my busy, too. I'm trying to pile things onto my workload, because I always work better under pressure and I'm always slightly more comfortable in life when I'm constantly do-do-doing, and since I don't really have anyone to do-do-do things for anymore, I sort of have to do-do-do things for myself.
I will, however, need someone to test things out on, so if you're willing to be a participant, I'm willing to give you a free meal (or 10. Plus dessert!)

Currently, my hand smells like butt. Not like, actual butt, but like, the kind of butt smell you get when your naughty bits are sweaty. I like it.

Also, I forgot entirely everything else I was going to say. So...this. (Turn your speakers up, kids!)

And, The Colonel says Hi!