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H on est ly ,

The night is always darkest just before the dawn.

I'm Not Gay.
20.8.08

Sooooo. Today was boring. Woke up, went to the gym. I got there late cus I was Odee sleepy this morning && did not feel like getting out of bed. When I got there, who wants to be there but Khasha punk ass. Yall prolly don't know nothin bout Khasha cus he's really never been blog worthy but uhm. Khasha is a dude, figure I should clarify cus the name is hella female. He's Armenian or whatever. I posted a pic of him way back in the day cus he's really confusing. Sometimes he's sexy as hell and other times he's not. Anyway, he was there, him && his homeboy or whatever, following me && my aunty && Elmo around the gym. Every section we was in, they was there. Like damn nigga, you wanna see my sweat that bad?! its like that now? Iono, he's creepy. In the, I'll allow him to continue to follow me type way.

Oh! While we were at the gym, Elmo came up with the joke of the day. Which is hilarious all by its self cus (no offense) Elmo's not normally funny. Well she is, but not in the laughing with you kinda way. More like the laughing at you kinda way,feel me? But anyway. I was hella tired, && lazy, && I ain't wanna do the damn shoulder machine mabob thingy. So i was looking at the machine, && i'm like ughhhh I don't wannaaaa, this is gay. Yall are gay. (Joke's only funny if you remember that Elmo's lesbian) She looks at me, straight in the face, with no emotion at all, && says: "I'm not gay". Shit was priceless. I almost spit my water out all over the damn floor. Khasha && his cross eyed friend was just starin at me. I ain't even care. Straight comedy, you have no idea.

After the gym, we went to pick up the baby, went to Panda Express where this bitchass lil Mexican kid would not stop crying. && his mama wouldn't even say shit to him. This bitch just wipin his tears like it was all hunky dory && shit. Had me wishin for the good ol ghetto days. The "I'll give you a reason to cry" days. Anybody remember those. Shit, lil kids these days in doin too much. I wanted to go slap that lil boy damn self, but fuck ever.

After that we took Elmo to take her permit test. SHE PASSED!! Woot Woot! Only bitchass part about that is now I can't steal her car. And I found out that my graduation money is actually in an investment account so I can't touch it till I turn 18. So there goes buying a car. So basically I'm shit outta luck whip wise but its all good. Edan called while I was waiting for Elmo to finish her test. Told him I'd call him back. oops? In all honesty I actually fell asleep && then I just ain't feel like it anymore.

Currently Me & Kris are doing an overview of our pimping this summer. Its been the shit. lol shame she starts school Monday. I shall have to continue the pimping on my own for the rest of the summer. I'm bout to be national pimpin though. I'm talkin LA pimpin. Vegas pimpin. Plus, something fabulous money wise just occurred to me.When all the lil idiot high schoolers at my job go back to school, I'm still going to have my same availability. I'ma get hella fucking hours yo, its gonna be bomb!

Lol, I was really in a bad mood when I started blogging this, &+ now i'm hyper. Ima go, I just need to do a few more lil bullet point type remarks.

- I'm starting a series in the written obsession blog, called Unfair. I feel like complaining, so I'll do it in rhyme. First poem titled Unfair Survival, will be up tomorrow. Two songs that I'm working on are posted there now, one with the instrumental attached. I'll link the blog tonight, promise.

- Its rather disconcerting to be informed of a secret blog one night, && have complete access to it, & then go back to check it a day or so later and be told that your access is denied. You might want to fix that, partner. mhm, you.

- I honestly can't think of what else I was going to say, so I'll stop talking now. G'night.

-A.


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.

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