Jay Adams. You think you blog? No. That nigga blogs. You just bullshit. Check it out, you might learn something. I'm sure I have. Not that I can put my finger on it at the moment, but I'll concede that I've probably picked up something from Jay. Oh! I know what it is. The need to have sexy ass layouts. I picked that up from Jay. I mean, my blog is a reflection of my thoughts and emotions, therefore I refuse to allow that shit to be ugly. I've got an idea for the next blog layout by the way. Its kind of....Carmine inspired. You're now wondering how I know Carmine. I don't, I just blog lurk, && his is always sexy. You'll see. =]

If I could tell you my mood right now, the closest word I could find would be nostalgic. Reminiscent maybe? Is that a word? Firefox says it is. I'm just thinking about the past year and a half, and how much I've changed, and grown, and evolved, and really come out of myself, or grown into myself, since I started blogging. When I first started blogging, I started for all the wrong reasons. Honestly? I've been blogging for a year and a half and I'm just now beginning to blog for the right reasons. I have the soul of a writer, I write to be read, and so when I wrote my blogs I was writing them for the readers, tailoring them for the digestion of the public. The way I phrased things, the topics I chose, were all so that people could better understand me. I've come to a point in my life where I've realized that the only person that needs to understand me is me. I've finally realized that the people that matter are going to love me through my dysfunction. Through the hyper blogs and the depressing blogs and the absolutely pointless blogs (Case in point: this one). && through me blogging the same blog over and over, with different words, or sometimes, even the same ones. They accept that, they accept me. && I love that.

I'm not a blog icon. I'm not Lizzy, or Jay Adams. I'm not even Ace da Vinci. I'm just Ashley. I've just been chilling at literary-romance.blogspot.com for approximately 8 months. I don't even know if anybody reads me religiously. I doubt it. I'm okay with that. There's some people that I know come to check on me. I know Elmo's always here. I know Kris is always here. I know Ace comes through occasionally. I know if Sam's got net, she's gonna come through, and therefore Danny's gonna know whats going on. I know that, and I honestly, even if I didn't know that, I'd still be okay.

However, I do wish you niggas would comment more. Hmph.

&imout.