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H on est ly ,

The night is always darkest just before the dawn.

5:56
11.11.08

Okay, for one thing, I need you to understand that its six o clock in the morning and I haven't been to sleep yet. I've been up all night, fiddling around with this blog. Now, you're insane if you think it took me all night to come up with what you're looking at now. I was trying to get the iFrame to work, which its kind of doing now, in a really ghetto, roundabout kind of way. All of this is related to my story, I'm just kind of rambling because I'm exhausted.

The blog you're looking at and the blog you're reading aren't the same blog. As we all know, I have three. Literary-romance, the one you're looking at, writtenobsession, the poetry blog, and x0x0shy, the tester blog, which is the one you're actually reading right now. See, I couldn't get the iFrame to just link to another part of the page, so for now, just so I could see how it looks, its linked to the tester.

Why? Because I wanted a real older posts button, and I wanted the music to continue playing when you clicked the older posts button. Yes, there are more straightforward ways of doing that, but they involve learning new code. Not finding new code, not trying new code, familiarizing myself with an entirely new language. Not up for it tonight.

Anyway, if you've been with the blog for a while, you'll know that x0x0shy, the tester blog, was actually the original literary-romance. I changed blogs sometime during the summer, when the blog title was syllable seduction. I took literary-romance back a couple months after. It doesn't feel right if I'm not blogging here. I really am trying to stay on topic, hold on.

Okay but anyway, because the blog finally has a real older posts button & everything, I was clicking it. You should too if, like I said before, you've been following the blog for a while. There's some oldies but goodies on here. Like damn, I used to blog. Fuck the bullshit, like, some of the stuff I was reading while I was clicking through here had me almost in tears. And I wondered when I'd stopped blogging like that. Then I figured it out.

I stopped blogging like that when I started to care more about what the blog looked like then what the blog said. I mean yea, I have become a little obsessive about my layouts. I've had some pretty good ones, that I should've just stuck with, but I'm silly, so I changed them. Always looking for something better, more advanced. And it never occured to me that I was sacrificing content for appearence. Not till now. And when it did....well I mean, wow. Color me stupid. I just kind of....stopped. & stared at the screen for a while. I'd been looking at backgrounds for the blog. I was changing the color scheme. It was going to be black & green. It probably still will be but, when I realized what I'd been doing, I had to stop, and come back here, to the original literary-romance, and talk for a little while. Cus now that I think about it, I've been doing some shit that I never did when I blogged here. I've been lying to my blog. Lying to an inanimate web page. How fucking stupid am I? Who tells a computer screen what they think it wants to hear? Isn't that silly? Gosh. Lol, I don't know.

When I finish this layout (which I have to now, its going to bother me for years if I don't), its going to be the last one I have for a while. I'm not saying its going to be a long while...I do have OCD when it comes to this shit....its kind of compulsive, but...I don't know. Can I ask for you guys' help? When I start to sound like a raving lunatic, but my layout is bomb, can you please steer me in a more sane direction? It doesn't take much. Just something along the lines of

"You're doing it again."

Would probably be enough to get me back on track. Think we can try that? Thank you.

Until then, or, until I get this layout fixed, don't hit the archives button in the "links" section. Its a mess, trust me.

Love Yall
-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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