Sam: Ash, is this your stuff?
Me: Yeah. Just move it. Throw it on the floor. Give it to a stranger. Whatever.


That sucked. But. It's just stuff. Material things. Worldy possessions. Lots of people don't have Burberry scarves or "I can't believe it's not suede" skirts. Like mom says, hey, at least I have birthday money to replace everything with(!).
I've always admired her unique sense of humor.

but seriously. who steals clothes? and hairspray.
Silpada earrings, understandable. But collaspable umbrellas. No.


Orange chicken and makeup samples from Sephora are amazing things, as are free frostys from my register friend at Wendy's and long conversations with Sam Cole. Wiley and the Hairy Beast was outstanding, and even though Molly did have to sit next to Brandon and Ashley Bousquet, I think we all still had a good time.

Salem? Yeah. Pretty sure.

Even if she did spill water on me during MCAS, Caitlin Healey is the best friend ever. Earrings, chocolate, Straylight Run and a heartfelt note? no competition.

"How exactly do you get into the fluffer business?"
"Why don't you ask your mom?"



Dane Cook will be performing this month at campuses in MA. $20. Any Takers?



Last pages: I don't know if I would listen to a gypsy's prayer. we are the generation with all the wrong names. you were expecting an epiphany of some sort? only a few could tell you, but I'm sure they'd rather not. did you dream about me last night? I dream about you every night. Candide caressed his sheep. I'm an amputee...the musical! I lie to you / about twice a day. a play about the horrors of war...and the rising price of fish. the holes in our halos / widen the higher we die. hidden like a laugh inside a sob. place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm, for love is as strong as death. come join the youth a beauty brigade. my whole life is based on emotional trauma. penicillin is my least favorite flavor.



guess what I did yesterday....

ash @ 8:09 PM