A Stumble With the past

I cannot believe it's taken me this long, and this many cups of coffee to finally stumble upon this great little slice of my pie..A lot has changed since my last entry, I really did get motivated and made a pretty fantastic career for myself..finally..i now sling the trendiest and not to mention; the most BADASS sunglasses in the intercontinental u.s of aaaaa..and maybe japan. So besides working my tail up to trail endlessly into the deep dark depths of the Sunglass hut, I also currently remain a party of one, pissed at most of modern civilization, quirky and probably now an even bigger lush than i'd ever set my personal goals to ever be. Seeing how this must have been where i laid it all out on the table and let myself rant about obscurities, i'm going to just continue to stitch that pattern..Thinking fulltime would get me to the place i wanted to be, with mountains of cash and an open hand, i've come to realize ( on my day off today ) that i had no desire to go anywhere, or spend my hard earned chedz on ANYTHING..I realize it's hard for your life to become so " outstanding " just over night, or in my case a year and a half, but i often question what it really is i am looking forward to..i shoot down every chance at lust i get, i follow the same routine..and i expect to be paid out in full..I am still a queen b on grammar and all things punctual..my p.o.s. car finally died last week, and i'm still bored with my 65 year old life..and on that note, i am going to crawl single-ly into my amazing demask patterned bed, and hope god or a belated easter bunny suprises me tomorrow with a masterpiece. Goodnight

I cannot decide if it's the fact that valentines day is a month away, or the repeat i have going of " will you still love me tomorrow " by the shirelles..but something has put me in a sour salted, HEATED mood. I've now been online for WAY WAY too long today, talking and frowning apon my ecclectic matches on match.com..Last night which was supposed to be a relaxing evening with jess and her superman, turned into a southern creepfest, by redneck men ( with really bad teeth and white sneakers ) ..but, i still found myself mildy attracted to any decent looking man who strikes up a conversation, have i reached that level where i consider snuggling up with a man who is talking about exploding cases of beer off the back of his crotch rocket and ice fishing with icehouse??..i hope not, it's like i look at their faces, and i erase them, so all i hear are kind words, and the though of " would he love me, and only me, can i be his everything, the one we wants to marry, to bare children with? who would never cheat on me..tell me i'm beautiful and trace fingers on hands ??..and then i blink and take a sip of my gin and tonic..and the dream is over..because i'm ashley danielle, the same as i've always been, i'm just another year single.. blah

Cigarette break

it's actually 2.17 sodak mesurments and i'm typing ONLY on coffee and cig power..I've never been an expert typist NOR was i ever the spelling B champion. I sit at home, as day 4 of my hibernation rolls around. For today, i got my hooptie back ( hooptie being my 92 P.o.s. gem of a car ) in which i had to spend a large 5 dollars on. blinkers seem to be key when you tend to gin and tonic and drive every so often ( i am not proud ). I also spent the minimal 5 minutes a day i do checking my e-mails from various dating sites, with, no luck of course, but that in itself is a whole nother blog. It's quiet evenings like this one that make you really realize who your true friends are, or, kind of a pitty party of, if i really had gone MIA for the week, would anyone have noticed, except my loving family and gentle handful. probably not. But tomorrow i'm going to pace myself, with maybe coffee, bagel boy, more coffee..and then MAYBE i'll meander to the mall with my dignity in purse and try to convince someone to hire me. i've never been the job hopping type, but if jobs were herpes, i'd be a sore. i DID however today get 2 random bar closing texts from people i've had little bad romances with asking for my hand in bedage, which makes me go to sleep with the reassurance that i can't be THAT off my rocker, right? haha. but it truly is a new year with new dreams and desires and new friendships and knowledge..right? i'll get you, my pretty.

Enter the Tiger, 2010 is meow.

That list you make every year just add ''

• Put down the kool milds and find a real person to take anger out on
• stop thinking the weight is going to just fall off, the same day i mature ? eh ? eh?
• Find a steady good paying full time job, so i can stop living like the waldons
• find a life partner who's world doesn't revolve around my lady buisness
• make a tiny black mold 500 a month apartment a home :)
• venture into education, i could learn a thing or two
• stop making blog posting when i could be looking for a job