<body>




H on est ly ,

The night is always darkest just before the dawn.

.113.
13.4.08

I'm not gonna go to sleep tonight. I need to get back on my schedule. So i'm gonna stay up all night, go to the gym, go to school, go to work, come home, do my homework, && got to sleep. By 11 tomorrow evening I'll be so fuckin sleepy it won't even make no sense. Lmao. If i don't fall asleep at work. That would be priceless. Whatever. Uhm....I think i was supposed to take this online quiz && it hadda be turned in by 6 o clock this evening. However at 6 o'clock this evening I wasn't even home so uhm...yea. Whatever ,this isn't a long blog. I'm mad.....blah. Went to a concert for a choir my moms involved in this evening. Saw Brandon wit some of his friends. "My nigga is that you?" .. "nah, but it used to be...." Now this nigga tryna show out in fronta his lil friends. Talkin bout some imma call you. I'm like nigga you don't have my number. Talkin bout he gone get it from his brother. =\...-looks at phone it ain't rang yet. :-??

Blah me && Jill were talking today about how we don't go for what we want we just take whats there cus we get bored. Not even desperate, just madd bored. She was tellin me about all the dudes she's talking to && she was sayin how when she thinks about it, she don't really want any of em, she just plays the game to create some drama sometimes cus she be bored as shit. She be needin somethin to do. Not in the aspect of actual productivity cus she's one of the busiest people I know, just in the aspect of being a teenager. I mean you hear everybody talkin bout they relationship drama && you're like.....I want some relationship drama. Maybe that just us tho.

I'm really mad that i typed the whole funny story, && then when i hit publish post the shit disappeared, && the only thing left is -> size="6">OH SHIT!!!!!!!!!! <- that. I'm not typin that shit again. I'll tell yall tomorrow shit.


-pops in diary of a mad black woman.

I feel like laughing
=]
Duecersz


Ashley

just another little black girl with dreams. I play my music too loud, and I don't listen. I'm only at peace when I'm in pain: when my wrist is sore from writing my emotions out like blood on the band-aid of a page, or when my throat is raw from singing my thoughts like tears into the air. I'm conflicted, and unrepentant, and I like the way this blogging shit makes me feel. This is the one and only place I'll never lie, honestly.

Soundtrack




Ashley @ ...

Blog affiliates
Link Link Link Link Link Link Link Link Link Link Link Link
Your link here? Apply
All the links are blank currently, because I'm relinking ppl. If you still read this, and would like to be linked, hit that handy dandy "apply" button, yeah?

My history

2007.12
2008.01
2008.02
2008.03
2008.04
2008.05
2008.06
2008.07
2008.08
2008.09
2008.10
2008.11
2008.12
2009.01
2009.02
2009.03
2009.04
2009.05
2009.06
2009.07
2009.08
2009.09
2009.10
2009.11
2009.12
2010.05
2012.04

Credits and info

Contact me: Ashley

Layout by: Hiuxing designs

Web-counter: Suppose I'll get a new counter code
Best viewed in: Mozilla Firefox 2.0 ↑ (Size: 1024x268)